The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1046

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Chapter 1046

‘Now I can truly feel it.’

I closed my eyes as I placed my hands on the sword spirits of the Heavenly Sword and the Eye Wheel Sword.

‘That I have grown.’

I could feel the enlightenment in swordsmanship I had gained from Darkan’s Mental World melting into my very soul. It wasn’t a tremendous leap forward, but confidence bloomed within me—the assurance that I could now wield swordplay in ways I couldn’t before.

“I had many worries coming to this place…”

Lectar lowered his hand and gazed at me.

“I’m relieved things turned out well.”

He exhaled a heavy sigh, as if finally at ease.

“It’s all thanks to you, Grandfather. I’m grateful.”

I bowed my head to Lectar.

“It wasn’t my merit—you accomplished it all yourself.”

Lectar waved both hands as if denying any credit, then clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I couldn’t properly protect you from Darkan, nor could I convey things correctly.”

He said all he did was watch, his hands opening and closing.

“That’s not true at all.”

I shook my head firmly.

“If you hadn’t informed us of the Sama Council’s contents, we would have waged war against the White Blood Cult and suffered a devastating defeat. By preventing that alone, you are a benefactor to me—no, to the entire Five Emperors.”

Due to Lectar’s position, I couldn’t hastily share information about the Sama Council, but it was no exaggeration to say his intelligence had saved the entire Five Emperors.

“Moreover, if Grandfather hadn’t found Darkan for me, I wouldn’t have been able to persuade him, and I wouldn’t have grown stronger either.”

Because the search began from the Holy Sword Association Holy Ground, we were able to find Darkan. If we had started searching from Zigheart instead, we would have only learned of his whereabouts after the war.

“Mm….”

Lectar let out a soft groan, deeply moved by Raon’s words.

“And finally….”

I smiled gently as I looked at Lectar, whose fists were still clenched.

“You’ve been protecting me from beginning to end.
“Did you… know?”

Lectar’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes. You tried not to show it, but I could see it in your expression, Grandfather.”

I nodded calmly.

“How you were watching Darkan and preparing to protect me.”

Ever since arriving in the Oscott Kingdom, Lectar hadn’t relaxed his guard for a single moment, ready to stop Darkan if he made any reckless moves. He was always prepared to lay down his life for me.

“Heh….”

Lectar let out a hollow laugh, apparently unaware that I had noticed his vigilance.

“How embarrassing.”

He leaned his back against the worn wall, both ashamed and drained, letting out a thin laugh.

-You certainly are popular with the old folk, aren’t you.

Wrath nodded briefly, as if he too understood Lectar’s emotions.

Still, thanks to this, that old man will gain something from this ordeal as well.
‘Gain something?’
Right now the tension has eased so he won’t feel it clearly, but that old codger will be able to grow a bit more.

Wrath sensed that Lectar’s soul and combat prowess were growing, and he smacked his lips with satisfaction.

‘Is that so? That’s fortunate.’

I had felt a bit regretful about growing stronger alone, but hearing that Lectar was also growing, I found myself smiling without realizing it.

“I suppose we should head back now.”

Lectar exhaled roughly as all the accumulated fatigue crashed down upon him at once.

“Yes, we should. Grandfather needs to rest now too.”

I nodded while supporting Lectar with my shoulder.

“I suppose I really am getting old.”

Lectar lowered his brows, unable to argue the point.

“Thank you, Grandfather.”
“Family doesn’t exchange such words.”

Lectar waved his hand dismissively, saying it was fine.

“Then….”

I hoisted Lectar onto my back and let out a refreshing laugh.

“Please continue to watch over the path I walk.”
“Yes. That’s much better.”

Lectar nodded heavily, vowing to care for me and Sia until the day he died.

“Then you’ll need to live a long time. Unlike me, my sister has so many things she wants to do.”

I recited one by one the things Sia wanted to accomplish as I exited the weathered alley. Behind the footsteps of grandfather and grandson, there bloomed not dark shadows, but radiant laughter.

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The Royal Palace Spire—a vantage point from which one could survey the entire expanse of the Oscott Kingdom.

Darkan stood at the summit of the spire, where a biting wind swept across, watching Raon Zigheart and Lectar depart from the kingdom.

“Raon Zigheart….”

From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I recognized that he possessed extraordinary talent. Yet he had always transcended even that talent, producing results that defied my every prediction.

‘It began with the death of my disciple.’

At that time, Cloud was a Grand Master while Raon was merely a Master, so I naturally believed I could capture him. But what awaited me was nothing but my disciple’s death—without even a trace remaining.

‘That was the beginning.’

Whether it was when we met at the Holy Sword Association Holy Ground, when I heard he had toppled the Black Tower and beheaded its master, or when I learned he had slain Tacheon alongside the Tower Master—I was always astounded by the results Raon created.

‘Though perhaps not to this extent.’

When my life as a beggar was not proceeding as I envisioned and my spirit grew weary, Raon appeared and offered precisely the counsel I needed. At first, my pride prevented me from listening, but sensing the sincerity in his gaze, I decided to follow his guidance.

‘The results exceeded my expectations.’

Despite his lower realm, Raon perceived my condition and imparted the most fitting teachings. Through his guidance, I came to feel the essence of human existence more deeply and gained enlightenment beyond mere martial technique.

Moreover, he had set a beacon for how I should live and what actions I should take moving forward. Though it was mentioned in passing, it was no exaggeration to call Raon my benefactor.

‘Though the most astonishing thing remains the Heart Sword.’

No matter how much one borrowed the power of an object, the fact that a mere youth—still wet behind the ears—could wield the Heart Sword was more astounding than anything else.

“Amusing.”

Darkan watched Raon depart beyond the Royal Castle walls, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

‘Now I don’t need to see the future anymore—the present alone is satisfying enough.’

Raon Zigheart, whom I encountered in the Mental World, was a sword-obsessed monster beyond my imagination. It was certain he would reach this realm I now stood upon in the not-too-distant future.

“Is this what happiness feels like?”

Glen Zigheart awaited me above, while Raon Zigheart pursued from below. The joy of having two opponents capable of satisfying me was unbearable.

“Ah!”

Darkan’s eyes narrowed as he thought of Raon and Glen.

“But first, there’s someone I must face.”

Derus Robert.

If he had grown strong enough that I couldn’t sense Lectar’s presence, he was certainly no opponent to underestimate.

‘I need to prepare.’

For a worthy battle.

Though I had gained enlightenment, my body and spirit had deteriorated from years of living as a beggar. Since I didn’t know when my duel with Derus would begin, I needed to make preparations in advance.

“Derus Robert, Raon Zigheart, and Glen Zigheart….”

Darkan murmured the three names as he walked across the darkening sky.

“Which of them will become the Grim Reaper to sever my head?”

His lips curved upward in a long smile, as if he looked forward to that day.

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Raon immediately returned to Zigheart and sought out Glen.

“I pay my respects to the Head of House!”

The moment I entered the Audience Chamber, I knelt before Glen Zigheart standing on the platform.

-Wow, look at the floor worn down like that….

Wrath exhaled sharply upon seeing the deep grooves beneath Glen Zigheart’s feet.

-That old codger must’ve been jiggling his legs all day again.

He shook his head, muttering about what a tiresome geezer Glen Zigheart was.

“Good. Did you return safely?”

Glen Zigheart’s voice trembled as he scanned my entire body, concern etched across his features.

“Yes. Fortunately, I was able to complete the task without any complications.”

I smiled faintly, confirming our success.

“You… completed the task?”

Glen Zigheart’s jaw trembled as if he couldn’t comprehend it no matter how hard he tried.

“I didn’t stop you because you said you’d go with your grandfather, but Darkan is no easy opponent….”

He exhaled sharply, admitting he’d honestly expected us to fail and return.

“I can’t believe it either. Did Darkan really agree to help us?”

Sheryl’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

“You truly are remarkable, Raon.”

Roen chuckled warmly, his faith evident—he’d recently worked alongside me on a mission.

“He may not be an easy opponent, but in another sense, he’s easier than anyone else.”

I smiled thinly, recalling Darkan in his pathetic beggar’s disguise.

“And since that person is someone we absolutely must win over to succeed with our plan.”
“Could you tell me what happened?”

Glen clasped his hands before his knees, his expression genuinely curious.

“Yes. I’ll explain from the beginning. As you all know, I heard about the Sama Council from Lectar and….”

I nodded and recounted everything that had transpired in the Oscott Kingdom, piece by piece.

“…And so, after earning Darkan’s recognition and receiving his firm promise to stop Derus Robert, I returned.”
“Ha, ahahahahaha!”

Sheryl burst into laughter, clutching her belly.

“Darkan wasn’t just playing beggar—he got slapped by you?”

She imagined Darkan’s face and couldn’t suppress her laughter, giggling uncontrollably for a long while.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen also let out a hearty exclamation, his laughter pitched two octaves higher than usual.

“A beggar and his master—both beggars! This is completely different from what I imagined! You truly are remarkable, Raon!”

He shook his head, lamenting that he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand.

“Hmmm….”

Glen too couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up, covering his mouth with a muffled groan.

“How did such a thought occur to you?”
“It wasn’t something I planned from the start to win Darkan’s favor. I simply couldn’t stand how poorly he was playing the beggar.”

I frowned, explaining that his incompetence had irritated me beyond tolerance.

“It just happened to work. We were fortunate.”
“Darkan is no fool. It worked because you were sincere.”

Glen nodded solemnly in approval.

“You always come up with new answers. Impressive.”

He praised what I had accomplished with genuine sincerity. Just hearing those warm words and his voice melted away my fatigue.

“And moreover…”

Glen Zigheart looked into my eyes and curved his lips upward.

“You’ve grown considerably as a swordsman too. It seems the day when you can wield the Heavenly Sword with your own strength alone is not far off.”
“Yes. Fighting within Darkan’s mental world proved to be quite helpful.”

I spoke of the unexpected gains and gazed upon the Heavenly Sword.

“A Heavenly Sword that draws another’s soul into one’s own mental world. How characteristic of Darkan.”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes, remarking that it was something he himself could not accomplish.

“Raon. You might do well to consider other directions as well.”

He nodded toward me.

“Rather than simply following my path and envisioning only a Heavenly Sword that kills, why not contemplate a Heavenly Sword that only you can create?”

Glen Zigheart offered advice to forge my own Heavenly Sword, much like Darkan had done.

“I understand.”

I bowed my head to Glen Zigheart, saying I would give it thought.

“However…”

Evelyn furrowed her brow while looking back at the communication device.

“Has the Mages’ conference concluded?”
“Yes. They reached an agreement quite dramatically.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips trembled as if he had been terrified to remain in the Audience Chamber during the conference.

“S-so when will the magic be completed?”

My tongue trembled without my realizing it, for the completion of the magic was of paramount importance.

“Completion, refinement, and practical application will take two months, you say. In other words, two months from now….”

Glen Zigheart raised two fingers in a straight line, his eyes flashing with a chilling gleam.

“We strike the White Blood Cult.”

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The moment Raon heard that the magic would take two months to complete, he made his way directly to the 5th Training Ground. Since it was just past noon, all the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen had gathered in the training grounds.

-Ho.

Wrath let out a small exclamation while observing the swordsmen from atop the wall.

-They’ve just finished lunch, yet their concentration isn’t poor.
‘Indeed. They’re training far better than I expected.’

Though the swordsmen had just eaten lunch and should have struggled to maintain focus, they were engaging in group training without the slightest wavering. Given that they maintained this state even after I’d been absent for over ten days, it seemed there was no longer any need for me to intervene in their training.

-Really? You truly won’t touch the kids?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise.

‘I’d like to say yes, but….’

I shook my head with a cold smile.

‘This time is an exception.’

Since war with the White Blood Cult would break out in two months, I needed to drill them thoroughly through training to save even a single life.

-D-drill them, you say….

Wrath rolled his eyes at his subordinates as if asking whether that was the right word to use.

‘Ah, I made a mistake. I shouldn’t crush them—I should kill them. That’s how you sharpen your instincts in real combat. Of course, I won’t say that to his face.’

Two months of relentless pressure could drive him to flee, so for now, he decided to maintain a calm demeanor in front of him.

‘Well then, shall we go.’

Raon gently pushed open the door and entered the 5th Training Ground.

“Huh? Master!”
“When did you arrive?”
“Raon…!”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan were the first to sense his presence, their eyes widening in surprise.

“M-Master! We’ve missed you so much!”
“Y-you came early. No wait, you came late!”

Crain and Dorian trembled at the sight of him, already imagining the training that awaited them.

“You’ve arrived.”
“You’re late. I’ve been looking forward to your training.”

Mark Goeten and Trevin nodded calmly, as if they had genuinely been waiting.

“We greet you, Master!”
“Everyone to the front of the platform.”

Raon waved to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who were bowing and climbed onto the platform.

“There have been changes within the organization while I was away on personal matters.”

Raon looked down at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and clenched his jaw.

“The date of war has been set.”

He clenched his fist as he spoke of the impending war with the White Blood Cult.

“At last….”

Martha gripped her sword so tightly that blood dripped from her palms, as if she had been waiting for this moment alone.

“Mm….”
“Demon woman….”

Burren and Lunan, standing right beside her, bit their lips as they felt Martha’s resolve.

“This war will likely take the form of a siege where we must attack the White Blood Cult Headquarters first. Given our current state, I hope you will all do your best in training over the next two months.”

Raon spoke as if making a request, striking his chest with his right hand.

“Mm….”
“Um, I’m more scared of training than war?”
“Me too. What will happen this time….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, overwhelmed by his presence, swallowed hard with tension etched across their faces.

“Don’t worry too much. I know better than anyone that you won’t be able to endure intense training for two months.”

Raon smiled softly as he looked at the worried Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

‘If I say I’ll train them until they die, someone will probably try to run. I need to choose my words carefully.’

If he mentioned two months of hellish training instead of just one month, it would cause more chaos than the war itself. It seemed better to speak gently, just as he had planned before entering.

‘Saying they should do their best sounds better.’
-These kids are pitiful….

Wrath shook his head, as if he could see the future of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“For the next two months….”

Raon nodded as he looked at Gwangpung with a solemn gaze.

‘Follow me and do your best.’
“I’ll kill you.”

I curled up the corners of my mouth and nodded my chin.

“Huh?”
“Uh….”
“Hmph!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen couldn’t even think of speaking as their eyes widened in shock.

“Hmm?”

Raon tilted his head as he observed the now-silent Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

-Hey there….

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he found the situation utterly absurd.

-You crazy bastard! Your mouth and your head are saying opposite things!

He slapped his own forehead as if questioning whether this lunatic had truly lost his mind.

“Ah….”

Only then did Raon realize why the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen’s expressions had hardened, and he blinked.

“Well, there’s no helping it then. Since it’s come to this….”
-Oh? You can turn this situation around?

Wrath exhaled sharply, anticipating what his solution might be.

“Let’s just die!”

Raon unleashed the audacity he’d been concealing within, baring his white teeth fiercely.

“No—I’ll kill you instead!”
-You….

Wrath stared at Raon with cold, bitter eyes and shook his head.

-You’ve been tainted by that sword-obsessed madman!

Why have I become such an ignorant fool!

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