The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1130

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Chapter 1130

Whoooosh!

I trembled as I watched the white aura blazing behind Lectar’s back.

‘This isn’t an aura like that—it’s Grandfather’s life force itself.’

The radiance blooming from Lectar’s shoulders was no mere aura revived through Evelyn’s healing.
It was the power called vitality or life essence. Like Ramiel, he was drawing upon his own life force
to stand against Derus Robert.

“Grandfather!”

I seized his shoulders to stop him.

“What are you doing?!”

I pleaded for him to stop, gripping his shoulders with all my strength, but he showed no sign of relenting—only pouring forth an even more violent life force.

“The one who will die here has already been decided.”

Lectar pushed me away roughly, his resolve to burn away his own life fully set.

“You have things you must do ahead, do you not?”

He waved his sword-wielding hand, urging me to retreat.

“But you have things you must do too, Grandfather!”

I stared at Lectar with trembling lips.

“You are all I have.”

Lectar turned to look at me with profound slowness.

“If you can live and smile, that is my happiness and my dream.”

He drew a smile clearer than ever before, as if that was all he needed.

“Ah….”

I trembled as I gazed upon Lectar’s face, which seemed to radiate with brilliant light.

‘He looks as though he could vanish at any moment.’

Beyond the fact that Lectar was expending his life force, his very soul shone with such radiant brilliance that it seemed to be erased from reality itself. Merely witnessing this spectacle left me breathless.

‘I can’t let this happen.’

I bit my lip until blood burst forth, gripping the Heavenly Sword tightly.

‘I cannot send Grandfather away like this!’

Living a second life, I had finally built a family, and now I possessed those I loved dearly. I could not allow Derus Robert to be robbed of what was most precious to him once more.

Whoooosh!

I grasped the Heavenly Sword in reverse grip and raised it above my head.

‘The only way to overcome this situation is the Demon Lord’s Descent.’

I looked toward Wrath and lowered my jaw calmly. Truthfully, I held no certainty that even the Demon Lord’s Descent could push back Derus Robert, but this was the only method available now.

‘You can help me, right?’
-I can indeed.

Wrath nodded calmly, as if he had known all along that I would make this choice.

-However, you will lose much of what you have accumulated until now. You will become weaker than before the war with the White Blood Cult.

His quiet eyes turned toward me, asking if I would proceed regardless.

‘I don’t care.’

As long as I don’t lose the ability to wield a sword again, it’s acceptable. Since I’ve walked this path before, I can advance faster than I did previously.

-Anyway, you’re a fool. But I like that!

Wrath chuckled thinly and nodded.

-Start now! Before your old man becomes a dried-up husk of a tree.
‘Thank you.’

I nodded and was about to pierce my abdomen with the Heavenly Sword when it happened.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

In the air where murderous intent had been blooming, thunderous applause suddenly rang out.

The source of the applause was Derus Robert. He clapped his hands together like a gentleman with the very hands he’d been using to attack me.

“Hm?”

Lectar’s eyes narrowed as he stopped channeling his vitality. His expression clearly showed he had no idea what Derus was thinking.

“How admirable.”

Derus stopped clapping and curved his lips into a soft smile.

“It was a scene that made me understand in an instant what human love—no, family love—truly is.”

He nodded grandly as if deeply moved by Lectar’s sacrifice.

“I’ve witnessed the downfall of many families, and their endings were almost always the same.”

Derus raised his long, slender fingers.

“Those who cry out about how precious family is tend to prioritize their own lives above all else. I’ve seen fathers who would sacrifice their sons’ and daughters’ hearts and cry out that they alone will survive, and conversely, children who would sever their parents’ necks and bring them to me.”

He bared his white teeth, clearly delighted by such grotesque scenes.

“But you two are willing to sacrifice your lives for each other. It’s been so long since I’ve witnessed genuine family affection. My heart trembles.”

Derus nodded, seemingly moved to tears by the sight of me and Lectar.

“What are you scheming?”

Lectar didn’t fall for Derus Robert’s words and tightened his grip on his sword.

“Exactly what I said. I was moved by your family’s bond.”

Derus Robert offered praise for the sight of a family where love still remained, his expression softening into a subtle smile.

“Nonsense!”

I stepped forward, my teeth grinding together.

“How dare you speak such drivel—you who buried your own family and clan with your own hands!”

I unleashed the anguish from my past life, when I had been used by Derus Robert and then discarded like a broken tool.

“You’re laboring under a grave misunderstanding. My family and clan are precious and dear to me, just as they are to others. It’s simply….”

Derus Robert shook his head calmly, his smile never wavering.

“I merely had things far more precious than those.”

He lowered his hand with composure, explaining that each person simply prioritized
different values.

“Surely you understand this.”

Derus Robert looked down at me and tilted his chin slightly. In his gleaming blue eyes, a demon crawling up from Hell seemed to be laughing.

“Yes. I know all too well what kind of monster you are.”

I glared at Derus Robert, my jaw clenching. I wanted nothing more than to gouge out his eyes, slit his throat—but the bitter ache in my chest reminded me that my power was insufficient for such a task.
I wanted to gouge out that bastard’s eyes right now and slit his throat, but it broke my heart that I didn’t have the ability to do it.

“Right now, I’m surrounded only by people colder than myself, so I’ve been longing for someone with this kind of warmth.”

and placed it over his left chest.
He placed it on his own left chest.

“It feels wonderful to experience human emotion after such a long time.”

He nodded calmly while observing Lectar’s furrowed brow.

“In exchange, I won’t kill all of you right now.”

As Derus Robert flicked his fingers, the raging vitality that had been consuming Lectar began to subside.

“W-what is this…?”

Lectar felt the vitality that had been burning him return to his soul, and he exhaled sharply. It seemed he had come to realize that Derus Robert had become something fundamentally different from before.

“You…”

I glared at Derus Robert and bit my lip hard.

“What are you thinking right now?”

The Derus Robert I knew was not a man who would leave behind potential future problems that could cause trouble.

If both Lectar and I recovered from our wounds, we would become formidable forces capable of facing even an Archangel or a supreme transcendent being. I couldn’t understand why he would spare us instead of killing us immediately.

“As I mentioned…”

Derus Robert waved his hand lightly.

“I am simply satisfied with the human emotion I’ve felt after so long.”

He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again, as if that were truly all there was to it.

-That’s absolutely a lie!

Wrath cried out vehemently, shaking his head fiercely, insisting I not believe a word of it.

-Those gleaming eyes are screaming that it’s a lie!

He glared at Derus Robert’s blue eyes and ground his teeth.

‘I know it too. There’s definitely some other intention behind this.’

Derus Robert is a monster devoid of human emotion. He could never experience feelings like being moved or joy.

“You only speak formally when you’re comfortable. The rest of the time, you’re just a petty coward.”

I looked up at Derus Robert, twisting my lips.

“The moment you’re cornered, you drop the act and spew curses like the pathetic creature you are. Who are you trying to fool?”

Derus Robert was the type of man who spoke formally even to children when in a good mood, but the instant his plans fell apart or something caught him off guard, he’d abandon all pretense and unleash a barrage of vulgarities—a petty, narrow-minded creature.

The fact that he was speaking formally to both me and Lectar, despite having repeatedly sabotaged his own schemes, made it abundantly clear he was harboring multiple hidden intentions.

“There may have been times like that. However….”

Derus Robert shook his head gently.

“I have changed considerably since then.”

He laughed, claiming he had undergone profound transformation.

“Nonsense! You, who manipulated even the White Blood Cult Master herself!”

Martha scrunched her nose and shouted, telling him to stop spouting lies.

“That’s… that’s a lie….”

Even Dorian, overcoming his fear, called it a lie—proof that not a single soul in this place believed Derus Robert’s words.

“Of course, I’m not simply letting you go.”

Derus Robert waved his fingers lightly.

“No matter how profound the feelings I may have experienced, my precious person has died. I must exact a price befitting that loss.”

He pointed toward the corpse of the Archangel Ramiel, still burning in the flames.

“A price?”

I repeated his words, my brow furrowing.

“Yes. I’ve recently mastered a martial technique I’d like to test.”

Derus Robert spread his palm wide open.

Whoooosh!

An invisible, formless aura rose above his hand. It was so sharp and emanated such biting coldness that merely sensing its presence made my hair stand on end.

“They call this the Heart Sword. You both know of it, don’t you?”

Derus aimed his Heart Sword at Raon and Lectar while curling his lips into a smile.

“A… Heart Sword…?”

Only now did Lectar sense what transformation had occurred in Derus, and his jaw trembled.

‘…What is that bastard thinking?’

I bit my tongue as I felt Derus’s Heart Sword.

‘He’s openly displaying the Heart Sword?’

If he were concealing his power level and merely pretending, I could understand it. But openly declaring that he’d mastered the Heart Sword felt far more ominous. A chill ran down my spine like ice water trickling between my vertebrae.

“If you can withstand my Heart Sword, I will spare everyone here.”

Derus turned his gaze toward Lectar, proposing a wager with his Heart Sword.

“Withstand the Heart Sword?”

I clenched my teeth.

“How can you ask exhausted people to endure a blade that cuts the soul?”

I swung my hand dismissively, shouting nonsense.

“I haven’t mastered the Heart Sword for long. It’s still weak and dull—merely a fledgling blade.”

Derus shrugged, suggesting his achievement with the Heart Sword was still in its infancy.

“Good.”

Lectar nodded without any objection.

“Come at me as much as you like.”

He clenched his fists and raised his chin as if he were perfectly willing to die.

“Grandfather!”

I rushed toward Lectar and grasped his hand.

“It’s fine. I can endure anything now.”

Despite his trembling legs and arms from exhaustion, Lectar offered the same warm smile as always.

“Not even the Heavenly Sword could bring me down.”

He turned his head again, asking me to believe in him.

Thwack!

I bit my lip as I watched Lectar’s back, then channeled my aura into a blade and struck the back of his neck.

“R-Raon…?”

Lectar couldn’t react to the unexpected blow to his neck and collapsed.

“I apologize.”

I caught Lectar as he fell and lowered my head.

“But I cannot let you die, Grandfather.”

Lectar had never experienced the Heavenly Sword, and with his soul rapidly diminished in its current state, he would inevitably perish if he faced Derus Robert. I could not bear to witness my own grandfather’s death before my eyes.
I never wanted to see my grandfather die right before my eyes.

“I will face your Heavenly Sword instead.”

I stepped forward in front of where Lectar stood and nodded slightly.

“Not bad.”

Derus Robert smiled thinly and inclined his head.

“In truth, I have been hoping for you to stand at the forefront from the very beginning.”

The moment I saw his smile, I felt an icy blade pierce through my very body.

Whoooosh!

Derus Robert unleashed a Heart Sword alongside his laughter, targeting my soul.

‘Only a Heart Sword can block a Heart Sword.’

I summoned the Heart Sword I had forged from my refined soul and positioned it before Derus’s Heart Sword.

Clang!

As the two Heart Swords collided, a tremendous shockwave of mental imagery erupted, twisting the souls of transcendents.

Crackle!

The two Heart Swords did not bounce back like physical blades would. Instead, like magnets, their edges began to
fuse together.

‘This… this is…’

I felt my Heart Sword being drawn into Derus’s and swallowed hard.

‘My Heart Sword is being sucked into Derus’s Heart Sword!’

When Heart Swords collide, a battle of the swordsman’s accumulated resolve typically unfolds. But now, something entirely different was happening.
My Heart Sword was being rapidly absorbed, pulled toward him with overwhelming force.

‘Did this man embed an absorption property into his Heart Sword?’

No, even if an absorption property existed, this doesn’t make sense.’

‘There’s no way Derus’s Heart Sword could be stronger than mine.’

Derus had only learned the Heart Sword after his battle with Darkan. He had mastered it far later than I had, yet somehow he didn’t just catch up—he surpassed me. I couldn’t comprehend it.

“Excellent.”

Derus twisted his lips upward in an ecstatic expression.

“Finally, I’ll be able to discover who you truly are and what you’re hiding.”

He grinned as if he intended to read my entire life through the Heart Sword honed by his soul.

‘Damn it…’

I clenched my teeth and resonated the Ring of Fire, but I couldn’t stop Derus’s Heart Sword from drawing mine in. I could only slow its pace.

“It’s over.”

Just as Derus reached out to seize my Heart Sword that had come within arm’s reach—

Shhhhwack!

Both our Heart Swords, which had been connected, split cleanly in half. A sharp cut mark was etched between them as if severed by something blade-like.

“Ha!”

I quickly recovered my Heart Sword. Fortunately, none of it had been absorbed by Derus.

“Hmm!”

Derus also looked startled, his eyes narrowing for the first time as he stared at the severed surface between our Heart Swords.

“You’ve finally arrived!”

Evelyn, who had remained silent until now, broke into a radiant smile and clasped her hands together.

Whoooosh!

Mana flowed from her fingertips, opening a dimensional gate that blazed with azure light.

Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak!

The grand doors, vast enough that even giants could pass through with room to spare, swung open, and a golden-haired, crimson-eyed old swordmaster stepped forth, crackling with scarlet lightning.

“You again.”

Glen Zigheart. The Continent’s greatest swordsman stood before Derus Robert, his fury palpable in every breath.

‘Phew….’

I exhaled in relief at Glen Zigheart’s arrival, my gaze lifting toward Derus Robert.

‘Now that he’s here… wait?’

Until now, Derus Robert had always worn a flustered expression whenever facing Glen Zigheart, constantly searching for an opportunity to flee.

“It has been quite some time.”

Yet now, he bore a deep smile, as though he had been waiting for Glen Zigheart all along.

“North Destruction King Glen Zigheart.”

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