The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1072

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Chapter 1072

“Raon! You’re awake?”

Sia rushed toward me with a radiant smile as bright as spring blossoms.

“Yeah. Just now.”

I carefully caught Sia as she leaped toward me with her arms spread wide.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Sia held me tightly, saying she had worried so much. Her warm embrace naturally drew a smile from me, but there was something I needed to ask first.

“Why is that man here with you?”

I pointed at Darkan, who was still standing by the Lake.

“I’m not sure either. He suddenly appeared and started giving me sword technique advice. He explained things just as easily as you do.”

Sia nodded, saying she had improved her skills by learning from Darkan.

“Of course! There’s no one in this world who has mastered more sword techniques than me!”

Darkan burst into a refreshing laugh, saying he had no choice but to teach well since he knew so many sword techniques.

“Why? Is he a bad person?”

Sia tilted her head curiously, seeming to have taken a liking to Darkan.

“He’s not a bad person. It’s just….”

I set Sia down and shook my head.

“He’s not a good person either.”

The most fitting word to describe Darkan is chaos. He was neither righteous nor evil—a madman who would do anything for the sake of the sword.

“It seems like he can see just fine, but he’s wearing that eye patch to play the victim.”

Sia shook her fist, insisting that Darkan’s eyes were clearly functional.

“That’s… not it.”

I trembled slightly at my shoulders. It felt awkward to mention the insane act of gouging out my own eyes just to grow stronger.

“In any case, learn what you can, but don’t grow attached to him. He’s someone who could draw his blade against your sister at any moment.”

I grasped Sia’s shoulder, cautioning her about Darkan.

“He’s been asking me to fight him constantly. He says my sword is entertaining.”

Sia counted on her fingers as she mentioned that Darkan had challenged her to sparring matches over ten times.

“Are you insane? Why would you want to spar with your sister!”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Darkan.

“You’re underestimating your sister far too much. That girl already has her foundation set. Since things have come to this, you judge the match.”

Darkan ignored my words and instead waved his hand, asking me to oversee the battle. He was truly a madman.

-Sigh! I knew this would happen.

Wrath sighed, saying that Darkan remained unchanged.

“Sister, ignore his request to fight. Never cross blades with him.”

I shook my head at Sia, telling her to continue ignoring his sparring challenges.

“Okay. I understand.”

Sia smiled brightly, saying she would follow my words. Whether during my adolescence or now, she had always prioritized listening to me above all else.

“That’s unfortunate. It would have been fun.”

Darkan smacked his lips regretfully, disappointed that he couldn’t fight Sia.

“You’re the only one having fun here.”

Raon shook his head slowly.

“I taught your sister. Once my injuries heal, I’ll spar with you.”

Raon offered to take Sia’s place in the match, pointing to himself.

“That wouldn’t be bad either.”

Darkan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if amused by the prospect.

“Now tell me. What are you doing here at Zigheart?”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he watched Darkan’s thin smile.

“That’s a strange question. I came because I was summoned.”

Darkan pointed to himself with his finger, indicating he had received a formal invitation.

“You received an invitation?”
“Yes. To be honest, I nearly died as well.”

He lifted his shirt to reveal dark scars etched across his chest and shoulders.

“The aura of death…”

The way those eerie sword marks pierced through Darkan’s aura and willpower made it clear they were inflicted by the death aura that Derus Robert wielded.

“Exactly. It was completely different from deception aura.”

Darkan furrowed his brow, explaining that while deception aura and death aura were born from the same root, their power was worlds apart.

“Honestly, it was incredibly dangerous. I barely survived thanks to your grandfather saving me and that bastard living in this house treating my wounds.”

He touched the scar on his chest and clicked his tongue briefly.

“It was that dangerous? For you?”

I swallowed hard as I watched Darkan pull his clothes back down.

‘Was Derus really that strong?’

No matter how much stronger Derus had become, I thought Darkan would be more than capable of stopping him.

Especially since he possessed the domain of the Heart Sword—I’d thought that with proper execution, he could even capture Derus. I never imagined he’d be defeated so thoroughly.

-That madman….

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply as he observed Darkan.

-He has weakened.
‘Weakened?’
-Indeed. The wounds upon his flesh are merely the tip of the iceberg. His spirit and soul have suffered grievous damage.
‘Now that you mention it….’

Following Wrath’s gaze, I bit my lip as I studied Darkan.

‘Darkan’s spiritual presence has diminished.’

Except when he played the beggar, Darkan always displayed his aura openly.

Since he was someone who constantly exuded strength to everyone around him, the diminishment of his spiritual essence was unmistakably apparent.

“You’ve noticed, it seems.”

Darkan chuckled softly and nodded.

“You’re right—I have weakened. I fell into Derus’s trap and made a grave mistake.”
“A grave mistake?”
“In truth, it was less a trap or mistake than simple misfortune.”
“Does it concern the Heart Sword?”
“Precisely.”

He snapped his fingers in confirmation.

“Derus was certainly strong, but my martial prowess at that moment would have been sufficient to withstand him. However, the instant I deployed the Heart Sword to properly engage him, I realized something had gone terribly wrong.”

Darkan’s complexion turned deathly pale.

“Derus Robert’s soul was not singular. Beneath the soul we knew existed a colossal soul whose magnitude we could scarcely fathom…”

Darkan recounted everything that had transpired within the Mental World.

“Had Glen Zigheart not arrived afterward, both I and that muscular old fool would have perished.”

Darkan exhaled sharply, expressing his gratitude for surviving thanks to Glen.
Observing how he referred to Pedrick as a beggar and Ogram as the muscular old man, it seemed that those who were not swordsmen barely registered in his perception.

“A colossal soul formed by the fusion of shadow-like entities…”

I recalled the soul Derus Robert had concealed as I listened to Darkan’s account.

A massive congregation of souls spanning the entirety of the Mental World, with thousands of eyes blinking within its immense form. The mere thought sent my hair bristling on end.

-Do you know what it is?
‘No, I have no idea.’

I had believed myself to know Derus Robert better than anyone, yet I remained ignorant of the existence of another colossal soul dwelling within his own.

‘He said it resembled shadows, didn’t he?’

What connection could exist between Derus Robert and Shadow?

Derus Robert favored the name “Shadow” so deeply that he had named an important assassination organization after it.

If even his soul undulated as darkly as shadows, there seemed to be some relationship at play.

‘Of course, I shouldn’t delve too deeply into this.’

With so few clues regarding Derus Robert’s soul, it seemed prudent to accept only the current information for now.

“The Mental World construct created by the Heart Sword collapsed, which is why you’ve grown weaker.”

I nodded in understanding.

“Yes. The Upper Dantian sustained damage severe enough to nearly shatter it, so weakness was inevitable. However, that is not all.”

Darkan tapped his temple with a raised finger.

“Derus Robert possessed the ability to plunder the power of others.”
“What?”

I swallowed hard as I observed Darkan’s stern expression.

‘Plundering strength?’

I knew Derus Robert possessed multiple abilities, but the notion of stealing others’ power during combat was something I’d never heard of before.
Now I finally understood why he had grown so rapidly.

“Wait a moment….”

I swallowed hard again, staring at Darkan.

“What you’re saying is that in the Mental World created by your Heart Sword, he….”
“Yes.”

Darkan nodded calmly in affirmation.

“He took my Heart Sword. He didn’t steal everything, but he will certainly be able to reach the realm of the Heart Sword.”

His brow furrowed as he spoke of how Derus Robert might wield the Heart Sword when they met next.

“If he creates a Heart Sword with that massive soul, no one could withstand it.”

Darkan twisted his mouth, suggesting that even Glen Zigheart might struggle.

“Of course, not me!”

He clenched his fist, radiating confidence that he could still defeat Derus Robert.

“I’ve told you everything I know….”

Darkan licked his lips as he approached me.

“Now let’s have a match!”

He immediately drew his sword, demanding they fight.

-Isn’t that just a mutt?

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

-Just as a dog drools when it sees a bone, that bastard gets excited the moment he sees a sword. There’s no doubt about it.

He wore a tired expression, muttering that the guy was thoroughly insane.

“I’m still not recovered.”

I shook my head, noting that my wounds hadn’t fully healed and my stamina and mental state were far from normal.

“Then I’ll wait. Five minutes should do, right?”
“….”

Five minutes. This man’s sense of time was clearly different from that of ordinary people.

“The Head of House must know about Derus taking the Heart Sword, right?”

I nodded at Darkan, who kept repeatedly grasping and releasing his sword.

“How would I know?”

Darkan shook his head as if to say of course not.

“What? Why?”
“I didn’t ask.”

He lowered his hand, saying he hadn’t been told because he hadn’t asked.

Smack!

I struck my forehead with my palm, squeezing my eyes shut.

‘This guy really….’

He’s a madman beyond reason!

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As soon as dawn broke, I left the Annex Building.

“Come with me!”

Darkan said it seemed fun and followed me into the Audience Chamber of the Patriarch’s Hall.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“Want to spar?”

Unlike my respectful greeting, Darkan immediately jerked his chin, suggesting we fight.

However, unlike when he challenged me or Sia to sparring matches, he didn’t seem sincere.

“I’ll pass.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, saying now wasn’t the time to fight.

“Stand up.”

As he told me to rise, my knees naturally straightened and my waist lifted. My aura control reached toward the heavens.

“It seems you have no major injuries.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, relieved that I was safe since he hadn’t been able to find me.

-That old geezer sure can lie smoothly!

Wrath shook his head as if to say absolutely not.

-He comes by every day to take turns watching with the Mad Woman, and now he claims he didn’t see you? At least make your lies believable!

He furrowed his brow, saying the old man’s obsession rivaled Evelyn’s.

“It is thanks to the Head of House’s concern for me.”

Since Darkan was present, I addressed him as Head of House rather than Grandfather, bowing respectfully.

“Ahem! Cough, cough!”

Glen Zigheart seemed satisfied with my words, his curled lips trembling faintly.

“Did you catch a cold? Why are you clearing your throat like that?”

Darkan furrowed his brows as he looked at Glen Zigheart.

“Just go spit it out and come back!”

He brought up something no one had dared to mention until now.

“…No.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes darted away in embarrassment.

“Right. You were unconscious, so you must be curious about what happened.”

He seemed to be changing the subject as he addressed me.

“Yes. I heard from Darkan about Derus Robert, but I don’t know about the other matters yet.”

I lowered my hand, indicating I was ready to listen.

“Hmm? I’m sure I told you not to say anything?”

Glen Zigheart frowned at Darkan.

“I don’t need to listen to you. Unless it’s about swordsmanship, of course.”

Darkan shrugged as if questioning why he should obey. He wasn’t entirely wrong, either.

“Sigh…”

Glen Zigheart touched his temples as if his head ached, letting out a deep sigh.

“Let me explain from the beginning. After you lost consciousness….”

He provided a detailed account of everything that had transpired during my unconsciousness.

“Thanks to Princess Jeina, we were able to go to the Beast Alliance and rescue Darkan and Ogram.”
“Princess Jeina went that far….”

I recalled the Princess Jeina from our first meeting and the fierce determination I had witnessed in her eyes during this war, alternating between the two images, and a gentle smile crossed my face.

‘She has changed quite a bit.’

There is a saying that people cannot be rewritten, but observing Princess Jeina and Karun suggested that this adage was not entirely absolute.

“I have a question.”

I raised my hand toward Glen Zigheart.

“How strong was Derus Robert?”
“Apart from the Heavenly Demon and myself, there would be no one capable of opposing him.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head, stating that the current Darkan would be unable to withstand Derus Robert.

“That….”
“There is no need to worry.”

Darkan chuckled softly and gazed at Glen Zigheart.

“Even Derus Robert, who consumed my power, was simply beaten down by your grandfather! What a magnificent blade it was!”

He revealed an enraptured gleam in his eyes, expressing that he had wanted to experience Glen Zigheart’s sword in his stead. He was truly not in his right mind.
Glen’s eyes lit up with rapture as he said he wanted to receive Glen’s sword. This was truly abnormal.

“And I can win too. Because fights aren’t won by force alone.”

Darkan thumped his chest with his fist as if he was truly confident.

“Well, I have something to tell the Head of House.”

Raon bit his lip deeply as he looked at Glen.

“Speak.”
“It appears that Derus Robert reached the realm of the Mental Sword by consuming Darkan’s mental world.”

I exhaled heavily and relayed what I had heard from Darkan to Glen Zigheart.

“I see.”

Yet Glen Zigheart’s expression remained unchanged, as if he already knew.

“You already knew?”
“Derus Robert seized Darkan’s power, and it happened within a mental world created by the Mental Sword, so naturally I thought it was possible. Besides….”

Glen Zigheart pointed his finger at Darkan.

“That lunatic came to me himself and kept muttering about wanting to fight Derus Robert now that he’s mastered the Mental Sword.”
“What?”

I turned to look at Darkan, my eyes widening.

“You didn’t tell me that!”
“That was a lie.”

Darkan chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. Perhaps because his Upper Dantian had taken damage, he seemed even more unhinged than before.

“Don’t believe anything I say unless it’s about swords and swordsmanship.”

He openly declared that I shouldn’t trust him.

“But this is about swordsmanship!”
“….”

Darkan had nothing to say to that and clamped his mouth shut. The man was truly mad.

“You must be worried about Derus Robert using the Mental Sword with that enormous soul he’s hidden away.”

Glen Zigheart nodded as if he were reading my thoughts.

“Yes…. If Derus Robert creates a Mental Sword with such a massive soul, as Darkan said, then no one could stop it.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”

He rose from the Jade Throne and stepped to the edge of the Platform. Sunlight streaming through the window danced like a golden cloak.

“The Heart Sword is not a martial art that grows stronger simply because one’s soul is vast. Just as a masterwork blade is forged through tens of thousands of hammer strikes, tempering the Heart Sword requires periods of anguish—striking one’s own soul repeatedly.”

Glen lowered his hand, telling me there was no need to rush.

“If you wish to temper another’s soul rather than your own into a Heart Sword, it will take an extraordinarily long time. So there’s no need to concern yourself with him.”

He nodded, remarking that his growth would only be delayed.

“Focus solely on establishing your Heart Sword—one infused with your own soul. A single blade honed to razor sharpness pierces through hundreds of broadswords.”

As I listened to Glen’s words, the shadow that had seemed to constrict my shoulders vanished in an instant.

“I understand.”

I bowed my head, declaring that I would focus on myself.

“I watched your battles from beginning to end. It must have been difficult, but I’m grateful you endured so well.”

Glen nodded with grave eyes, saying that victory in this war was possible because of me.

“Soon I’ll conduct a formal ceremony of merit and reward, so you may look forward to it.”

He said that a reward befitting my achievements would be bestowed, his lips curling upward like a freshly caught fish. He seemed genuinely pleased.

“Thank you. However, this wasn’t accomplished by me alone—it was thanks to the help of others.”

I bowed, recalling everyone from Darkan beside me to all those who had participated in this war.

“Ah, what of the wounded?”

Thinking of others, I remembered the transcendents of the Five Emperors who had suffered grave injuries.

“Fortunately, no one died after the war. Not only Darkan, but Ogram is alive and well. However….”

Glen lowered his gaze and rubbed his temple.

“Lecross’s condition is not good.”

He exhaled a heavy, turbid sigh.

“The issue isn’t using a sword—it’s that he may never wake up again.”
“Ah….”

At the White Blood Cult Headquarters, there were the Saint of Nenma Pedrick and Saint Olga. The fact that even their combined power couldn’t restore him meant his condition was truly grave.

“I see….”

I bit my lip deeply.

‘I expected as much, but hearing it directly…’

My head felt dizzy.

Lecross had remained to the end and held back the White Blood Cult Master despite having his heart slashed by Denier’s blade.
Because he had fought by wagering his very life force beyond body and spirit, even if he awakened, he would be unable to use his power as the Silent Sword Master.

‘We captured the White Blood Cult Master, but the cost was steep.’

Lecross’s life hung in the balance, and Chamber, Larian, and Aris were in no condition to fight.
Ogram had recovered his strength, but his injuries prevented him from engaging in combat immediately.

‘And on top of that….’

I turned my gaze to the side and looked at Darkan.

‘Even Darkan, the card I could use to counter Derus, has fallen.’

Darkan had suffered a severe blow to his Upper Dantian and would require extended recovery.

The Five Emperors Alliance’s overall casualties weren’t severe, but the serious injuries among the masters were painful to bear.

-Still, only two bastards remain now!

Wrath snorted, saying that it would be over once we killed Eden and Derus.

‘Eden is one thing, but Derus still has considerable power left.’
-Considerable power? Ah!

Wrath’s eyes gleamed with an icy chill as if he had just remembered something.

-Damn those Celestial bastards!
‘Not just Celestials, but Archangels.’

Seeing how the Archangels had been increasing one by one since Uriel, even with the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon dead, it was clear that the number of transcendents still favored them.

‘There’s no choice….’

I exhaled a deep sigh and shook my head.

‘I’ll have to begin that plan.’
-That plan? What plan are you talking about?

Wrath’s eyes widened with curiosity.

‘Who knows?’

I let out a cold, sinister laugh as I looked at the curious Wrath.

-Why, why are you laughing at the True Demon King? It’s irritating!
‘Because looking at you makes me smile.’

I offered an even colder smile to Wrath, whose eyes had widened in bewilderment.

-Why are you laughing! Speak!

Wrath trembled with his tail quivering, sensing something ominous in my smile, and retreated backward.

‘Hehehehe.’
-Stop laughing because it’s terrifying! What are you planning to do to the True Demon King!
‘Hehehehehehe.’

I twisted my lips upward while keeping my eyes fixed, creating a chilling smile.

-You’re a mad woman, a sword-obsessed lunatic, and a complete fool!

Wrath gasped for breath and cried out in alarm.

-You’re the most insane lunatic across all dimensions!

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