The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1124

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Chapter 1124

“Can you find him?”

I held the young swallow in my palm and asked about Lectar’s location.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

The young swallow, having just landed after a long flight, let out a spirited cry as if ready to depart immediately.

-Brat!

Wrath raised his hand toward me, flames burning a brilliant blue.

-I understand your panic, receiving a blood-stained letter from your grandfather. However….

He furrowed his brow deeply.

-If something has happened to your grandfather, who is stronger than you, you must not move about in such an agitated state.

Wrath struck my forehead with his hand to bring me to my senses.

Thwack.

I raised the back of my hand to block Wrath’s attack and opened my mouth.

‘I know. I’m not excited at all, so don’t worry.’

It’s the truth. When I first discovered blood on the letter and the swallow’s body, my heart had raced and my head had burned hot.

But the Ring of Fire had rotated on its own, calming my mind. Now I was in a state more composed than anyone else.

‘I was simply confirming whether the swallow knows my grandfather’s location and can find him.’

Even if I used Evelyn’s magic to travel to where the letter came from, I would ultimately need to follow Lectar, so this swallow’s role was crucial.

“I’ll ask you to do this later.”

I thanked the swallow for answering my question and wiped the blood from its forehead.

‘From now on, I need to think about the reason.’

I steadied my breathing and examined Lectar’s letter once more.

‘He visited Grandfather at the Holy Sword Association, so why is there blood on the letter and feathers?’

I carefully inspected the young swallow’s body and the blood smeared on the letter.

‘This is definitely human blood.’

From the blood on the letter, I sensed the aura of a warrior with mana deeply infused within it.

Moreover, this swallow that delivered my letter was a spirit creature, making it far faster than ordinary hawks or flying monsters. Since the swallow bore no wounds, it was all the more certain. This was unmistakably human blood.
The swallow had no wounds either, which made it even more certain. This was unmistakably human blood.

“Then why was there blood on the letter?”

Was the Holy Sword Association attacked?

Currently, the Holy Sword Association’s location is perfectly concealed by powerful formations and magic.

Of course, since Derus Robert has the Archangel, if those guys use their special abilities, the location of the Holy Sword Association could be exposed.

“Who attacked you? The Five Emperors are currently inactive, and Eden and Derus Robert have no reason to attack the Holy Sword Association.”

The Five Emperors were conserving their strength with their steps halted due to the war that could break out soon, and neither Derus nor Eden had any need to attack the Holy Sword Association, their ally.

“I wouldn’t have even been caught participating in the war against the White Blood Cult.”

Through Lectar’s letter, I know that he came to help even during the war with the White Blood Cult.

But since Lectar’s presence couldn’t even be detected by him, and only Wrath barely sensed it, no one would know that he had moved.

Wrath.

Raon called out to Wrath, his eyes narrowing.

‘When Grandfather came to the war with the Holy Sword Association, there was no movement from Derus or the Archangel nearby, right?’
-There was none.

Wrath shook his head firmly.

-I don’t know about that Derus fellow, but if the Archangel had moved, the True Demon King would not have been unaware.

He snorted with certainty.

‘As expected, they didn’t detect me during the war with the White Blood Cult.’

Raon exhaled a sigh and looked at the letter again.

‘Then who attacked him, and where?’

I needed to know at least something about it to take action, so my grip on the letter tightened.

‘Grandfather managed to avoid detection even from the Holy Sword Association, so why… wait?’

I recalled the magical formation drawn above the Holy Sword Association, and my jaw trembled slightly.

‘Could it be…?’
-Have you figured out the reason?

Wrath stepped forward as if urging me to speak.

‘Grandfather came to the war with the White Blood Cult to help me, concealing his appearance and identity. In other words…’

I pictured Lectar’s benevolent face and bit my lip hard.

‘It seems he wasn’t at the Holy Sword Association right now, but was doing something else to help me.’

Lectar had directly participated in the war, yet sent a letter congratulating me on winning the war with the White Blood Cult as if he knew nothing. A man like that would likely be elsewhere right now while lying about being at the Holy Sword Association.
In that case, there was a high possibility that he was lying about being at the Holy Sword Association while actually being somewhere else right now.

“Grandfather belongs to the Holy Sword Association, which is Sammar. So Derus, he must know far more information about Eden than we do.”

Raon bit his lip as he recalled what Lectar would have done.

—Then….
‘That’s right. Lectar must have been gathering information about Eden and Derus’s locations when his cover was blown, and he got attacked.’

Lectar had often said in the past that he would do anything for me. The reason he took over the Holy Sword Association was precisely to strike Derus from behind for my sake.

It seemed certain that Lectar had been collecting information on Derus and Eden to lay that groundwork, only to be turned against in the process.

—Insane….

Wrath looked at me and let out an exasperated breath.

‘Yeah. It is insane.’
—No, you’re the insane one!

He furrowed his brow deeply.

—What kind of lunatic deduces all that from a single blood-stained letter!

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

—The True Demon King would’ve just looked at that letter and thought the little sparrow brat got into a scuffle with another bird. Going that far with such a tiny clue—that’s what’s insane, not anything else!

Wrath shook his head, saying he still couldn’t understand it.

‘It’s not that remarkable.’

I sighed and shook my head.

‘I still don’t know if the culprit is Eden or Derus. And I don’t know who could have wounded Grandfather.’

Lectar’s current strength was at the level of the Five Emperors Three Demons’ leaders.
Of course, he wasn’t on the level of Glen, Derus, Darkan, or the Heavenly Demon, but it wouldn’t be strange to say he was on par with King Lecross or Ogram. Among those who could wound him, only the Heavenly Demon and Derus came to mind.

‘But those two probably won’t move directly.’

The Heavenly Demon and Derus are the apex and maximum force of the Three Demons.
If they were to move and suffer a loss, the war would end in the Five Emperors’ victory before it even began, so they wouldn’t make a move unless they were absolutely certain.

‘Especially Derus—he won’t act unless Grandfather makes a move.’

Given Derus’s cautious nature, he would never attack someone when Glen’s location remained unknown. It wasn’t him.

‘The Heavenly Demon wouldn’t act that way either.’

Based on what Glen had told me about the Heavenly Demon’s personality, and considering he possessed Pride’s authority, he wasn’t the type to move personally to capture Lectar, someone he had no interest in.

‘Then….’

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Wrath, who floated motionless before me.

‘It must be an undisclosed Transcendent or an Archangel.’

Derus and the Heavenly Demon surely had hidden forces or Transcendents they kept in reserve.

However, no matter how powerful they were, it wouldn’t be easy to put Lectar in danger. By my judgment, it seemed one of the Archangels had attacked Lectar.

‘No, I’m almost certain of it.’

I lifted my finger toward the young sparrow.

“Did the person who attacked Grandfather have wings on their back?”

I pointed to my own back while grasping the sparrow’s wings.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

The young sparrow nodded as if confirming my suspicion.

“As I thought. Grandfather was discovered by an Archangel while spying on Derus and sustained wounds.”

From the sparrow’s reaction, it was clear that Grandfather had indeed been attacked by an Archangel.

-Are you seriously insane?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh.

-I understood that you read your grandfather’s personality and went around causing trouble, but you figured out that an Archangel was the attacker too?

He dropped his jaw in disbelief.

—Yes. I had forgotten. Your true weapon is that damned Heartbeat Perception.

Wrath’s lips trembled as he spoke of fearing me again.

‘I’m sorry, but I don’t have the mental capacity to accept your praise.’

I was torn between going directly to Lectar or contacting the Holy Sword Association and Zigheart.

‘No, there’s nothing to deliberate about. I’ll go right now.’

Contacting only Glen, who knew Lectar’s true identity, and then going directly to find Lectar seemed like the best approach.

‘Then about Evelyn….’

I was about to move after settling my thoughts.

“R-Raon, sir?”
“…What’s wrong?”

Dorian and Martha narrowed their eyes, noticing my grave expression.

“You look very worried.”

Evelyn also lowered her brows, reading my emotions.

‘Should I take only Evelyn with me?’

If Lectar was injured to that degree, that battlefield was no different from Hell itself. Given the high risk, it seemed best to take only Evelyn, who could use teleportation magic.

“S-Something dangerous happened, didn’t it?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he read my expression.

“That’s exactly the look.”

Martha twisted her lips, saying she could see right through me.

“I-I’ll come too!”
“You’re not thinking of leaving me behind, are you?”

The two of them raised their hands without the slightest hesitation.

“Ha….”

I let out a hollow laugh as I watched Martha and Dorian, their expressions now resolute.
I hadn’t expected Dorian to follow along with such desperate determination, let alone Martha.

“It will be dangerous.”
“That’s fine! I’ll manage to survive on my own!”
“Pain that doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”

The two of them nodded, insisting they would follow to the very end.

“It seems they have no intention of parting ways.”

Evelyn approached from the side and took the letter from Lectar that I held in my hand.

“All I need to do is go where this letter was sent, right?”

She smiled faintly, saying that since she had performed this magic before, she could quickly trace more precise coordinates.

“Still, it will take some time.”

Evelyn asked me to wait a moment, then grasped the letter with both hands and began her incantation.

“It’s fine.”

I shook my head at Evelyn and turned away, clenching my fists and biting my lip.

“I have more to prepare as well.”

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Whoooooooosh!

The vast Forest trembles as if crying out in agony, like a green sea.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

As if struck by the wrath of heaven, trees uprooted themselves, and the Battlefield split open to reveal gaping black chasms.

Boom!

Mustan bit his lip as he leaped across the fractured Battlefield, his eyes fixed on his master’s right arm ahead of him.

“Master….”

The right arm of Lectar, the current Holy Sword Master and a supreme transcendent, hung in tatters like a rag, spewing blackened, coagulated blood.

“It is not your fault.”

Lectar turned back and shook his head. Despite the cold sweat beading on his brow as he endured the pain, he did not let his smile fade.

“That place was a trap. Even if I had not protected you, you would have suffered wounds of this magnitude regardless.”

Lectar waved his right arm—bleeding and oozing—as he told Mustan not to blame himself.

“He speaks the truth.”

Lawrence sprayed healing medicine on Lectar’s arm and wrapped it in bandages, his brow furrowed.

“I too would have been unable to evade that creature’s attack from that position. It is not your fault, but ours.”

He shook his head, saying they had simply fallen into a trap.

“For now, abandon all other thoughts and focus solely on escaping this Forest.”

Lectar urged them to increase their pace, carving through trees and Thickets with his left hand as he pressed forward through the Forest.

“Hmm….”

Mustan bit his lip and lifted his gaze.

“Hmm….”

Lectar shuddered, his shoulders trembling despite the artifact wrapped around his arm—one designed to enhance healing and dull pain.

‘Damn it!’

If Lectar hadn’t injured his arm while saving me, I wouldn’t be fleeing like this, even against that monster. Self-recrimination made my lips quiver.

‘No, I need to push forward regardless, especially now.’

That’s what Raon would have done.

Watching Lectar’s back, I thought of Raon. The boy who once stood on equal footing with me now walks shoulder to shoulder with the Continent’s absolute powers. Even if I could never reach such heights, I couldn’t afford to be timidly pushed back here.

“I’ll take the lead!”

Mustan gritted his teeth and surged forward, overtaking Lectar and Lawrence who was supporting him.

Whoooosh!

He unleashed a silent blade strike to carve a path, guiding Lectar and Lawrence through the forest.

“Despite that face, his heart’s surprisingly tender.”

Lawrence chuckled softly, watching Mustan’s back.

“Yes, I’m counting on you.”

Lectar, sensing his disciple’s shift in resolve, smiled gently and followed Mustan deeper into the forest.

“I can see the end!”

Mustan’s lips curled upward as he glimpsed brilliant light blooming at the forest’s edge.

“Once we reach there, that monster will have no choice but to abandon the chase….”

It was as he raised his finger to point toward the forest’s exit.

Rummmmmble!

As if the heavens themselves raged, a brilliant golden bolt of lightning descended upon Mustan’s head.
It was neither martial art nor magic—the very essence of nature’s thunder had descended to annihilate humanity.

“Ah….”

Mustan stood paralyzed beneath that overwhelming force, his eyes wide and vacant.

“Hngh!”

Yet he did not forget his duty to protect the wounded Lectar, and overcoming his terror-stricken instincts, he raised his blade.

“Uaaaaaaah!”

It was the moment Mustan planted his feet upon the fracturing earth and unleashed his sword strike.

“You’ve grown considerably.”

Lectar smiled faintly and stepped beside him, raising his blade. A brilliant azure flash erupted as he cleaved through the golden lightning pouring from the heavens.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The sword strike and thunder collided, and a catastrophic shockwave swept across the entire forest.

The sky fractured like a spider’s web, and the earth tore asunder, revealing the gaping darkness of the Bottomless Abyss.

Fzzzzzzzzzt!

As azure sparks scattered in all directions, igniting the forest, a blue-haired man descended from the heavens, draped in pristine white robes and surrounded by sacred light and wings.

“Wingless insects fleeing are nothing but prey within my palm.”

The blue-haired Apostle unfurled his pure white wings and descended upon the azure lightning, his gaze filled with such arrogance that he seemed to be merely observing an insect before crushing it.
He tilted his chin upward with the contempt of one about to step on a bug rather than face a human being.

“Perhaps that wingless insect needs to lose its head to regain its senses.”

Lectar raised his bloodied arm and pointed his blade at the blue-haired Apostle.

“Archangel Ramiel.”

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