The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1042

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Chapter 1042

“Did you just mention the Previous Holy Sword Master?”

I swallowed hard as I watched Lectar, who had brought up the Previous Holy Sword Master’s name.

“You know as well as I do.”

Lectar emptied his glass with an impassive gaze.

“There are only two warriors in this world capable of facing the leaders of the Four Demons one-on-one: the Northern Destruction King and the Previous Holy Sword Master.”

He turned his gaze slowly, as if to say I should know this better than anyone.

“Of course, if the reclusive Sword Emperor and War King were to emerge, that would be different. But it’s been far too long since those two disappeared.”

Lectar shook his head as if telling me not to hold false hope.

“What were Derus Robert and the White Blood Cult Master like when you faced them directly?”

I clasped my hands together, asking him to explain their martial prowess first.

“The White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy was terrifyingly immense and perfectly stable. It seemed as though she had absorbed all of the Wrath King’s power and ascended to an even higher realm.”

Lectar exhaled heavily, saying that even if he fought with all his strength, he wouldn’t be able to defeat the White Blood Cult Master.

“And Derus Robert…”

He placed a finger on his forehead, furrowing his brow.

“I couldn’t read him at all. While not quite at Glen Zigheart’s level, it was clear he had reached a realm that transcends transcendence itself.

Lectar poured more drink with trembling hands, saying that Derus existed in an entirely different dimension.

“I don’t know about the Heavenly Demon since he didn’t attend the meeting, but if he’s not above Derus, he’s certainly not below him.”

He shook his head, saying that among the Heavenly Demon, Derus, and the White Blood Cult Master, there wasn’t a single easy opponent.

“I see….”

I bit my lip as I stared at the empty plate.

‘On paper, the Five Emperors hold a significant advantage, but when it comes to the transcendents capable of shifting the tide of war, the Four Demons have more.’

Even if Glen were to face the Heavenly Demon after we began war with the White Blood Cult, Derus Robert would remain. With the overwhelming power to dominate King Lecross, there was no way the remaining forces could stop him.

‘Ogram and Chamber haven’t fully recovered from their injuries.’

If the Wrath King and the Great Mage of Glory were in perfect condition, we might at least buy time. But both of them couldn’t utilize their full power now. Derus’s single strike would be impossible to withstand.

‘If when we attack the White Blood Cult, Derus and the Heavenly Demon abandon support and launch a counterattack instead….’

Three of the Five Emperors would fall.

Even if Glen blocks the Heavenly Demon through spatial displacement, Derus would move to annihilate Owen and the Magic Tower, then kill the isolated Ogram.

‘If I know Derus Robert, that’s exactly how he’d move.’

Derus Robert wasn’t the type to support an alliance. Rather, it was clear he would use it as bait to achieve his own purposes.

‘Especially—he’d definitely try to kill the Wrath King.’

The moment the Cult Leader dies, her curse disappears, allowing the Wrath King to recover his full power. That’s something Derus wouldn’t want, so he’d definitely target Ogram first.

‘Then if I place the Wrath King beside Grandfather… No. That could make things even more dangerous if they face Derus and the Heavenly Demon’s combined assault.’

Since Derus could move through space using Celestial power, formulating a strategy was difficult and complex.

‘And if the Archangels move as well….’

It would be nothing short of catastrophe.

Derus Robert seemed to be waiting for the right moment, not actively mobilizing Uriel and the other Archangels. But if even one of them appeared, the situation would become far more dire.

‘An attack could actually result in a loss.’

The thought that all our preparations could come to nothing made my jaw clench.

“Just as Grandfather said.”

I exhaled a heavy sigh, as if the very ground beneath me might collapse.

“There’s no one else but him.”

I’d racked my brain in countless ways, but aside from the Previous Holy Sword Master, there seemed to be no one capable of stopping Derus Robert.

“That’s right. Having witnessed Derus Robert and the White Blood Cult Master with my own eyes, I could think of nothing but seeking out the Black Night Sword God.”

Lectar nodded, expressing his desire to stop Derus Robert by any means necessary.

“When you said you found him earlier…”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Lectar.

“You mean you’ve met the Black Night Sword God?”
“Yes.”

Lectar answered and raised his cup.

“At first, I thought he was near the Holy Sword Union Holy Ground, but he’d left long ago. Thanks to investing considerable time, I was able to find Darkan.”

He drained his cup in one gulp, explaining how he’d barely managed to locate Darkan through the connections he’d built during his travels.

“But persuasion didn’t work.”

Lectar’s grip tightened on his cup as his expression twisted.

“He said my sword lacks interest, so he wouldn’t listen to what I had to say.”

He snorted, lamenting that reasoning with him was utterly futile.

-Still obsessed with swords, it seems.

Wrath clicked his tongue, seeing through the Black Night Sword God’s nature plainly.

-Well, he’s the one who gouged out his own eyes to reach greater heights.

He clicked his tongue, saying that creature had an obsession that was downright terrifying.

“This is getting boring,” Raon muttered.

Raon tapped his fingers against the table and shook his head.

‘What if I went myself?’

The Dark Night Sword God Darkan’s primary objective was a duel with Glen Zigheart, but he held considerable interest in Raon as well. If Raon went directly, perhaps they could actually communicate.

“Where is the Dark Night Sword God located now?”
“He’s in the Oscott Kingdom. Since he’s near the Holy Ground, I was able to find him quickly.”

Lectar exhaled heavily as he spoke the name Oscott Kingdom.

“Oscott?”

Raon’s eyes widened. The name of that kingdom seemed the least fitting for the Dark Night Sword God Darkan, and he was bewildered.

“Why would he be there…?”
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you what he’s doing.”

Lectar shook his head, as if an explanation would be futile.

“Then I’ll go take a look.”

Raon clenched his right fist. Rather than doing nothing and relying on fortune, it seemed better to take action and create change, however small.

“It could be dangerous. Darkan isn’t in his right mind right now.”
“If we cannot bear risk, opportunity will never come. And…”

Raon smiled faintly and took Lectar’s hand.

“If I find myself in danger, Grandfather will protect me, won’t you?”
“Mm…”

Lectar looked down at his own hand with trembling eyes and bit his lip firmly.

“Of course! Even if I die in that very spot, I will protect you!”

He nodded confidently, as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

-Ugh….

Wrath exhaled in exasperation.

-This damned fool is even charming his own grandfather now….

He shook his head, muttering that the boy was becoming more and more like a ghost.

“Will you leave immediately then?”
“No. I’ll need some time.”

I gazed out the darkened window, drawing a cool smile across my lips.

“I need to look after my children.”

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Whoooosh!

The sound of sword wind tearing through the dawn air echoed across the 5th Training Ground. Even before the sun had risen, the swordsmen were honing their blades with unwavering focus.

“Five-minute break!”

Martha, who oversaw the dawn training, raised her hand to call for a brief respite.

“I’ll continue a bit longer.”
“I’ll forfeit my break time too!”

The swordsmen declined their rest and continued swinging their blades or practicing footwork.

“Why are you all working so hard?”

Martha furrowed her brow, her sword resting across her shoulders.

“It wasn’t even this intense when Raon was training us.”

She shook her head, unable to comprehend.

“Are you an idiot, demon woman?”

Lunan looked up at Martha with vacant eyes.

“Why? Because of you.”

Burren clicked his tongue while gripping his sword with both hands.

“The enemies we must face this time are the White Blood Sect! They are the Unit Master’s sworn enemies!”
“We must grow stronger, even if it costs us time!”

Yua and Julius nodded simultaneously, as though it was only natural to train with all their might.

“I’m… I’m scared, but I must do what I can…”

Dorian’s hands trembled as if war had already begun, yet he did not stop training.

“I would do anything for Martha! This time, I shall sever the Apostle’s neck myself…”

Crain was licking his lips in an attempt to flatter Martha when—

“That sounds good. You can do anything, you say?”

I entered the Training Ground with a smirk.

“Unit Master?”
“You must be exhausted, yet you’ve come out so soon?”
“Did your business go well?”

The Gale Wind Hall swordsmen rushed forward with smiles, delighted to see me after so long.

“Thanks to my cute informant, I’ve found the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters.”

I gave the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen a brief explanation of what had transpired.

“I could see this war would take place on the sea, so I thought we’d need new training….”

I smirked as I watched Crain trembling with anxiety.

“Well, it’s fortunate that you say you can do anything.”

I thanked Crain and patted his shoulder.

“Ugh!”
“Oh, no….”
“C-R-A-I-N.”
“That bastard’s mouth really!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen sensed something ominous in my words and glared at Crain, grinding their teeth.

“No, you all said something similar too….”

Crain sniffled as he gauged his comrades’ reactions.

“There’s no need to worry too much. I’m not asking you to do anything difficult—just train in the sea. In a way, it could even be considered a vacation.”

I wagged my finger at the indignant Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“The… the sea?”
“A vacation, you say….”
“Really?”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen widened their eyes in disbelief.

“As I said, the war with the White Blood Cult will take place on the sea. So you need to adapt to it.”

I drew a faint smile, explaining that it wasn’t difficult or arduous work—merely swinging a sword beneath the waves.

“Then that’s fine!”

Crain’s spirits lifted as he threw his hands up enthusiastically.

“The sea around there is clean and warm anyway. It shouldn’t be bad for training!”

He exhaled a sigh of relief, as though all his worries had dissipated.

“True enough. It’s been a while since I’ve fought on the sea, so I need to adapt.”

Burren Zigheart nodded, agreeing it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Right. When we were out on missions, I couldn’t train properly because of people’s stares.”

Trevin, also approving of the suggestion, tightened his grip on his sword.

“Martha….”

Lunan Slion’s eyes narrowed with concern for Martha as the atmosphere brightened.

“Are you alright?”
“Of course I am. I’ve been training rigidly all this time, so loosening up a bit might actually help.”

Martha nodded, saying that since it was Raon’s training, there must be purpose behind it.

“Then everyone agrees.”

I gazed at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen with a sharp glint in my eyes.

“Let’s go right now.”

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Whoooooosh!

A biting wind that seemed to tear flesh and pierce bone howled across the Northern Sea, where waves rose as if cutting through ice-frozen waters like an icebreaker.

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen stood upon the most treacherous sea bearing the name Northern Sea, clad only in swimming attire.

“W-what is this?”

Crain’s lips trembled with a sickly pallor as he stared at the sea churning with violent ferocity.

“You called this a vacation! This is hell!”

He shook his jaw, claiming he would freeze to death.

“I’ve been deceived again….”

Burren rubbed his arms, where goosebumps had erupted from the cold, and shook his head.

“I told you not to trust that madman!”

He shouted at Raon, calling him a madman, having even forgotten that he should address him as War King.

“I’m enjoying myself.”

Lunan Slion was loosening his body with vigor instead of his usual ferocity. It seemed he could endure this level of cold by wielding his aura of frigid energy.

“No wonder I sensed the laughter of a demon echoing from the War King’s heart….”

Dorian lifted his chin, having predicted this situation from the moment he observed it with his divine sight.

“Damn it! I’ll never trust that man again!”
“It’s this cold even on the sea—if we go inside, we’ll freeze solid!”
“Just a little to the side from here is the Lower Castle! It’s the Northern Sea!”

The swordsmen’s eyes glistened with tears as if terrified merely by looking at the sea.

Splash!

While everyone trembled from the cold, Martha leaped without hesitation and plunged into the sea where ice drifted.

“No time! Get in quickly!”

Though she too could not entirely overcome the Northern Region’s cold, her lips trembling, she gestured for them to enter.

“Right!”

Lunan Slion dove into the sea even more smoothly than Martha.

“Perfect!”

She raised her thumb toward the swordsmen as if to say the inside was better.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

Burren screamed and leaped into the sea. Even he struggled to bear it, his breathing ragged as his pupils trembled.

“Forget it!”
“I’m going too!”
“Aaaaaaaah!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall couldn’t resist as their comrades jumped in one by one, and they all plunged into the sea together.

-Whoa!

Wrath whistled in amazement.

-In the old days, they wouldn’t have moved until you forced them in. Everyone’s changed.
‘Because they’re family now.’

I gritted my teeth as I watched the swordsmen draw their blades, a faint smile crossing my face.

‘They’re growing stronger because they want to help Martha.’

Glacsia’s frigid aura that I’d infused into this sea permeated the water. It would be far colder than the typical Northern Sea, yet these swordsmen endured it for Martha’s sake. I found their resolve admirable.

“Now then, everyone dive down and practice swordplay underwater.”

I clapped my hands to signal the beginning.

“D-Dive?”
“Here?”
“This is insane….”

The swordsmen’s eyes widened in shock, as if they hadn’t expected me to demand diving.

“Yes. If you come back up without completing one full sword technique….”

I lifted the sheath of the Heavenly Sword.

“You should look forward to this.”

I said with a wicked grin that I’d smack their heads.

“Starting now. Three, two, one.”

The moment I shouted one, all the swordsmen who had their heads above water plunged into the sea.

“Wait, just a moment. Let me prepare myself… cough!”

I struck Crain’s head with the sheath as he was pinching his nose with his fingers to prepare.

“Damn, that hurts!”

Crain cried out in pain and dove into the sea, clutching his head.

“Hmm….”

As I smacked my lips and caressed the sheath, the water’s surface rippled and Dorian burst forth.

“Gasp! Gasp! Wait….”
“Again.”

I twisted my lips upward and tapped Dorian’s head with the sheath.

“Aaaahhh!”

Dorian screamed and plunged back into the sea.

“This isn’t training, it’s torture… cough!”
“Wait! Water in my nose… cough!”

The swordsmen came up with excuses, but I showed no mercy and continued striking their heads.

-Sigh….

Wrath let out an exasperated breath as if he found the whole thing absurd.

-This is just like catching moles popping up from a tunnel!

He trembled his lips, saying it was fun only for himself while it was torture for the swordsmen.

‘No, it isn’t.’

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘It’s a three-in-one training that builds lung capacity, hones swordsmanship, and develops resistance to the sea and cold.’
-Wipe that smirk off your face before spouting such nonsense!

Wrath ground his teeth, saying even the Celestial Race wouldn’t subject anyone to such torture.

‘Hmm….’

Raon raised his hand to suppress his upturned lips and gazed at the sea before him.

Whoooosh.

Unlike the others, Martha hadn’t surfaced even once, steadily swinging her sword while holding her breath.

‘….’

I felt the burning resolve blazing in Martha’s eyes and clenched my fists.

‘No matter what it takes….’

I had to persuade the Holy Sword Master.

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“The Black Night Sword God is here?”

Raon exhaled softly as he surveyed the splendid landscape of the Oscott Kingdom, which seemed to have money thrown at it lavishly.

‘Doesn’t suit him at all?’

It was astonishing that Darkan, the Black Night Sword God who seemed like he’d only wield his blade in quiet solitude, was staying in the Oscott Kingdom, a place overflowing with entertainment and vice.

-Why? What kind of place is this?

Wrath tilted his chin, asking for an explanation.

‘This kingdom is different from ordinary ones. The king himself is a gambler, and the entire capital is saturated with gambling houses, taverns, and drugs.’

While not quite a lawless zone beyond all control, the Oscott Kingdom was a land ruled by money and violence rather than humanity and conscience.

‘The Black Night Sword God Darkan had interest only in the blade, not money, gambling, or entertainment. I can’t fathom why he’d be here.’

If Darkan had set his mind to it, he could easily devour this kingdom, yet it was strange that someone so obsessed with swords would spend time in such a place.

“Yes. He’s here.”

Lectar led the way up into the capital, where red and blue lights flickered and danced.

‘What could he be doing?’

Uncertain whether Darkan had fallen into drinking, gambling, or women, I smacked my lips briefly and followed Lectar.

However, he didn’t head toward the center of the capital, packed with gambling houses and taverns, but instead veered toward the outskirts.

The brilliant lights and the thick stench of money faded away, replaced by foul odors and filth beneath my feet.

“Grandfather?”

I called out to Lectar as he entered a narrow, dark alley, my eyes widening.

“Is the Black Night Sword God really here?”
“Isn’t he right there?”

Lectar raised his hand, indicating we’d arrived. At the tip of his finger, I saw a man kneeling in front of a dilapidated gambling house.

“Just one coin, please….”

The man with the black blindfold covering both eyes lifted his trembling hand, his voice drained of all strength.

“What the hell!”
“Why won’t you disappear?”

Young thugs who had just emerged from the Gambling House stomped on the blindfolded beggar and spat phlegm onto his head.

“They say the water here’s gone bad too.”

They tossed a silver coin at the beggar’s feet and snickered as they walked away.

“Th-thank you.”

The blindfolded beggar picked up the silver coin that had fallen to the ground as if he had eyes, snatching it in one motion.

‘Sigh….’

I swallowed hard as I watched the beggar with the exact same face as Darkan, whom I’d seen at the Holy Sword Union Holy Ground.

‘That crazy bastard!’

What in the world is he doing begging here?

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