The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1049

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Chapter 1049

I closed my eyes, then opened them and left the Annex Building.

The handmaidens were beginning their day’s tasks amid cheerful chatter, and from the lakeside came the sound of Sia wielding her sword.

I savored the pleasant sounds of the Annex Building—as I always did—and made my way toward the lake. Sylvia and Edgar had set up a table behind the lake, watching over Sia as she refined her swordsmanship.

“You joined us for breakfast and you’re still here at this hour? That’s unusual.”

Sylvia set down her teacup and looked at me.

“Aren’t you going to the Training Ground today?”

She smiled faintly, as if amused by this rare occurrence.

-Breakfast this morning was truly excellent.

Wrath relaxed his gaze and savored the taste.

-The meat, lightly seared in wine, melted so delicately on my tongue. It was perfect as a palate cleanser before the Kraken roast.

He nodded, satisfied with the meal before the coming battle.

“The intensive training period ended yesterday, didn’t it?”

Edgar raised his finger, pointing to the crystalline blue sky above.

“Even our son needs days of rest.”

He gently patted my arm, saying I had worked hard and should rest today.

“Would you like some tea?”

Edgar pulled out the chair beside him and gestured for me to sit.

“I have something to tell both of you.”

Raon sat in the chair Edgar offered and exhaled slowly. The two of them set down their teacups as if inviting him to speak, their gazes turning toward him.

“Do you remember? About three months ago, Gwangpung and I captured an Apostle and sank a White Blood Sect galleon?”

Before diving into the full details, I brought up the mission from three months prior.

“Of course.”
“Naturally I remember. I could recite every word you said without missing a single syllable!”

Sylvia nodded as if it were obvious, while Edgar murmured the details of that time as though he truly remembered everything.

“Actually, that story didn’t end with killing the Apostle. The Sea Spirit I saved revealed the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters, and I went there with Evelyn and Roen…”

Raon told them everything that had happened since then.

“I see.”
“No wonder you’ve been moving about so busily…”

Yet Sylvia and Edgar accepted it all calmly, as though they had already known everything about his activities.

“You already knew, didn’t you?”

I had suspected as much when neither Sylvia nor Edgar asked questions—not when I left with Lectar, nor when I returned alone from the sea recently. It seemed they had been reading my movements and anticipating a war with the White Blood Sect.

“Don’t underestimate your mother.”

Sylvia waved her hand, saying she could sense things without words being spoken.

“I know you better than anyone in this world.”

She drew a gentle smile, as if my heart was an open book to her.

“And I felt something from observing your father’s reaction.”

Edgar lifted his eyebrows while resting his chin on the table.

“That man is terrible at lying.”

He chuckled, saying he had sensed it not from me, but from observing Lectar.

“I see.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“Are you confident you can win?”

Sylvia met my gaze. In the past, her worry would have overwhelmed her, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, but now she merely trembled—holding herself together through sheer will.
She didn’t want to show weakness to me as I departed for war.

“I’ve prepared enough that I won’t harbor regrets. What remains now is…”

I drained the tea Edgar had prepared in one gulp and rose from my chair.

“To do my absolute best.”

I bowed to them both, promising I would return.

“Raon.”

Sia approached the table, having heard of my departure.

“Are you going to fight?”
“Yes. There are some wicked people who need to be punished.”
“Can’t I come too?”

She clutched the sword I’d given her close to her chest, yearning to join me.

“You have a different battlefield waiting for you.”

Sia was already formidable, and she was growing faster than anyone else—capable of making a significant impact in the war immediately. Yet the first enemy she should ever draw her blade against wasn’t the White Blood Cult, but Eden. She needed to drive the blade of vengeance into those who had insulted and mocked Edgar, myself, and our entire family.

But that enemy was Eden, not the White Blood Cult. Those who had insulted and mocked Edgar, myself, and our entire family deserved the edge of her vengeance.

“You can wait until then, right?”
“Of course!”

Sia nodded reassuringly and returned to the lake, resuming her sword practice.

“That child has grown so much.”

Sylvia sighed with a mixture of pride and regret.

“Puberty has passed. Soon she’ll be more mature than I am.”

I laughed, saying that the days of treating Sia like a younger sister were numbered.

“Wait, Sia’s puberty is over?”

Edgar’s eyes widened in confusion.

“She still won’t let me enter her room. She washes her own clothes separately and won’t sleep together!”

He lifted his chin as if asking why that would be.

“….”
“….”

Sylvia and I stared blankly at Edgar without saying a word.

“And she still refuses to eat the side dishes I offer her, just throws them away! Why is she doing this!”

Edgar grabbed his head in complete bewilderment.

-Why indeed….

Wrath snorted as he watched Edgar wail.

-Because she dislikes you, that’s why!

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In the Sacrifice Chamber, crimson and white blood mingled and flowed downward.

Blood Ghosts approached the bound warriors whose eyes had been gouged out. The Blood Ghosts breathed heavily and roughly as they gazed at the blood trickling from the warriors’ eye sockets, their hunger difficult to restrain.

“Eat.”

At the blue-haired handsome man’s gesture, the Blood Ghosts unleashed their suppressed hunger and tore into the warriors’ throats.

“Krraaaaaaagh!”
“Aaaaaaagh!”

The warriors shrieked as their necks were ripped open, but the Blood Ghosts only grew more excited, tearing flesh with their razor-sharp fangs.
The people’s desperate pleas to stop were merely an orchestra in a fine dining establishment, whetting the Blood Ghosts’ appetites.

Whoooosh.

The White Blood Cult Master, who had been observing the scene, lowered her long pipe and exhaled white smoke from beyond her crimson lips.

“To procure such fine provisions in such a short span of time—impressive.”

She smiled and gestured with her chin toward the approaching blue-haired handsome man.

“12th Apostle.”
“It is all thanks to your sacred teachings, Master.”

The man called the 12th Apostle placed a hand over his chest and bowed respectfully.

“Your tongue still wags as smoothly as ever.”

The White Blood Cult Master snorted at the 12th Apostle, who was smiling.

“I thought you’d spend your whole life flapping your mouth, yet here you are, touching transcendence.”

She lowered her eyebrows as if genuinely astonished.

“I can’t even calculate how many sacrifices you’ve been skimming along the way.”
“Ahahaha.”

The 12th Apostle laughed awkwardly as if embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“My apologies, Master. Your teachings moved me so deeply that I became a bit greedy.”

He lowered his gaze slightly, as if he couldn’t deceive the White Blood Cult Master.

“Normally, your body would have burst before you could ascend to transcendence. Be grateful for that sturdy frame of yours.”

The White Blood Cult Master waved her hand dismissively.

“Thank you for your understanding. It is meager in return, but….”

The 12th Apostle extended his hand with a subtle smile.

“I have brought a gift for you, Master.”

At a flick of his fingers, the Red-haired Archbishop arrived with a bound woman—blindfolded and gagged.

“She is the Captain of Royal Guard of Sevion Kingdom. A Grand Master.”

The 12th Apostle spread both arms wide, indicating that the woman bore not a single wound and was his to enjoy.

“I hope this prey becomes the final piece of your grand design, Master.”
“Cunning bastard.”

Despite her words, the White Blood Cult Master’s expression softened, a hint of amusement curling at her lips.

“Had you been an even blend of the 10th Apostle and yourself, you would have made quite the remarkable man.”

She clicked her tongue while gazing at the 10th Apostle standing to her right, saying nothing more.

“To be compared in such a manner to our illustrious senior—it is an honor.”

The 12th Apostle bowed toward the 10th Apostle.

“….”

The 10th Apostle merely glanced at the 12th Apostle before turning his gaze away without a word.

“What of the situation outside?”

The White Blood Cult Master asked, a long pipe held between her lips.

“The Five Emperors—no, the entire Continent lies quiet. Yet there is no peace in that silence. It feels like a powder keg waiting for the spark.”

The 12th Apostle smacked his lips, sensing an anxiety that felt ready to burst at any moment.

“So they’re preparing to strike us.”

The White Blood Cult Master exhaled white smoke, saying the Five Emperors’ thoughts were transparent to her.

“Now that I think about it, it seems the time has come to change bodies.”

The 12th Apostle narrowed his eyes as he observed the white scales that had appeared on the back of the White Blood Cult Master’s hand.

“I remember when that body was brought in.”

He shrugged his shoulders while looking at the 10th Apostle.

“I was going to consume it, but my senior stopped me. Perhaps that’s why our Cult Leader exists now.”

The 12th Apostle applauded the 10th Apostle, saying he had accomplished something remarkable.

“….”

The 10th Apostle did not respond to the 12th Apostle’s words—whether praise or mockery—and simply stared straight ahead.

“A replacement….”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brows as she looked at the scales rising on the back of her hand.

“I should certainly make preparations.”

She jerked her chin toward the 10th Apostle.

“Contact the Thirteenth.”

With those final words, the White Blood Cult Master left the Sacrifice Chamber, taking with her the Captain of Royal Guard of Sevion Kingdom whom the 12th Apostle had brought.

“Even though I’ve transcended, the Cult Leader seems to trust my senior more. How unfortunate.”

The 12th Apostle smacked his lips regretfully before following the White Blood Cult Master outside.

“The Thirteenth….”

The 10th Apostle kept his gaze fixed on the dying man whose blood had been drained from his entire body, his lips parting slowly.

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I ascended the platform of the 5th Training Ground with deliberate, measured steps.

“You’ve all worked hard.”

I surveyed the swordsmen who had endured my peculiar training throughout these two months—a span both long and short.
Satisfied with how my subordinates had grown stronger in both body and spirit, I nodded with approval.

“This operation against the White Blood Cult was conducted with only a select few within Zigheart aware of it, which is why we’ve become the main force participating in this war.”

I cast my crimson gaze upon the swordsmen, whose auras grew turbulent with excitement.

“This means we must produce results, even if it costs us all the effort we’ve made and everything we’ve built. Can you do it?”

I stamped my foot on the platform with the weight of ten thousand pounds of resolve, telling them that if they couldn’t or lacked confidence, they should withdraw now.

“Of course.”

Burren Zigheart struck his chest with his fist, his voice unwavering.

“I’m ready too….”

Starlight flickered in Lunan Slion’s fierce eyes, reflecting her resolve.

“I-I’m scared, but I’ll fight to the end. No, I’ll see it through!”

Dorian hadn’t completely overcome his fear, but he clenched his fists, declaring he would fight with his life on the line.

“I’ll fight like a madman, just like my crazy master!”

Crain, whose right eye was blackened, kept repeating the word “madman” as if defying me, but I found his spirit appealing enough to let it slide for now.

“I shall obey your command.”
“At last, a true battle against the Four Demons. How exhilarating.”

Mark Goeten bowed respectfully in acknowledgment, while Trevin clenched his fists together, declaring that he had been waiting for this very moment.

“….”

Martha, who had always been the first to roar with fervor, remained silent, her grip on her sword so fierce that veins bulged across the back of her hand. That alone spoke volumes about the resolve with which she approached this war.

“Let us go.”

I descended from the platform with eyes as calm and composed as still water, heading toward the exit of the Training Ground.

Gooooooooo!

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall followed in my wake, their auras already blazing with the sharpness of unsheathed blades.

I led the swordsmen, who had become like a single magnificent blade, into the Main House Head’s Training Ground.

Kuguguguguuu!

The Patriarch’s Training Ground was the largest space in Zigheart, yet the Military Force Division units summoned by Glen were already assembled, leaving barely any room to spare.

“Gwangpung Hall, please proceed this way.”

Following Roen’s guidance, I led my forces to the left where they would take their positions.

“Hold your positions until I give the signal to advance.”

After instructing the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to remain still, I stepped forward toward the platform where the commanders stood.

“Hey there, nephew!”
“You’ve arrived.”

Valdemar and Denier, who had arrived earlier, waved their hands in greeting.

‘Denier.’

Whether Denier was ally or enemy remained unclear, but the stench emanating from him was disturbingly similar to that of Derus Robert. I could never afford to let my guard down—I had to remain vigilant until the very end.

“We greet the two Jeonju.”
“You’re late.”

As Raon bowed to Denier and Valdemar, Karun emerged from the left end of the hall.

“Raon! It’s been so long! I hear you’ve been taking good care of our kids!”

Aris burst out from behind Karun and rushed toward me.

‘What…’

I exhaled softly as I observed Karun and Aris.

‘They’ve grown that much?’

The two transcendents had ascended to such heights that their former selves were unrecognizable. Excluding the Profound Sword, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they had nearly caught up to my level.

‘Remarkable.’

I was astonished and curious about what kind of training they had undergone to achieve such growth comparable to my own. More than that, their dedication moved me deeply.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Instead of a simple greeting of joy, I offered them words acknowledging their efforts.

“Ahem!”

Karun’s face flushed as if he understood my meaning, and he let out an awkward cough.

“As expected, you understand.”

Aris embraced me warmly as if she’d known I would say that.

“You’ve changed a lot too. How do you grow so fast!”

She laughed, saying my growth was even more remarkable than hers.

Kuuuuuung!

The door to the Patriarch’s Training Ground opened, and Glen Zigheart and the Heavenly Sword Squad entered.

“We greet the Family Head!”
“We greet the Family Head!”

At Karun’s salutation, all the executives and members of the Military Force Division standing in the training ground dropped to their knees and bowed their heads.

Footsteps echoed.

Glen Zigheart walked toward the center of the training ground with confident strides and ascended the platform. His immense and oppressive aura caused cold sweat to trickle down the swordsmen’s spines.

“Rise.”

At Glen Zigheart’s quiet command, the swordsmen lifted their trembling knees.

“You have all endured the intensive training conducted over the past two months. Well done.”

Glen Zigheart examined each swordsman standing in the training ground in turn and nodded.

“Some of you may wonder why we extended the intensive training period to two months when it would normally last only one month—or perhaps not occur at all.”

His crimson gaze lowered as he looked toward Raon.

“The Room of Self’s master will explain the reason.”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded and ascended the platform. He calmly accepted the swordsmen’s gazes fixed upon him and parted his lips to speak.

“I’m certain you are all aware that our Gwangpung Hall defeated the Ninth Apostle and halted the White Blood Cult. However, there have been several developments since then.”

I explained everything that had transpired to all the Zigheart swordsmen. Since I had already informed Sylvia and Edgar at the Annex Building beforehand, the words flowed without hesitation.

“A ship? You found the White Blood Cult Headquarters in the seabed?”

Aris Zigheart’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t fathom such a thing.

“A war with the White Blood Cult…”

Karun clenched his fists, clearly delighted at the opportunity to unleash his developed strength.

“….”

Denier simply gazed at me and Glen with quiet, unreadable eyes, saying nothing.

“A full-scale war against the White Blood Sect?”
“Now I understand why you had us train for two months straight….”
“Exactly. This way, that time holds meaning.”
“Strangely enough, confidence is overflowing.”

The swordsmen, brimming with confidence from the intensive training conducted over two months, unleashed formidable auras of power and raised their fighting spirit high.

“So when does this war actually begin!”

Valdemar stepped forward before the platform, eager for the coming war against the White Blood Sect, and stomped the ground so hard it trembled.

“….”

I looked not only at Valdemar but at the Zigheart swordsmen standing behind him, then pointed my finger toward the sky.

“Now.”

I gestured fiercely at the blue dimension materializing above my head.

“The war has already begun.”

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