The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1133

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Chapter 1133

“Grandfather?”

I furrowed my brow as I observed the distant gleam in Glen Zigheart’s eyes, as though he had transcended the concerns of life itself.

“Are you truly alright?”

Unlike when he had been pressured by Derus Robert’s heart technique, Glen Zigheart now supported Lectar with an ease that suggested all his burdens had been lifted. He wore a serene smile, as if every worry and concern had been resolved.

‘He seems as though he might fade away soon, but it feels different from before.’

There had been times in the past when Glen Zigheart had been enveloped in that strange, ephemeral atmosphere—so melancholic and frigid that merely witnessing it caused my heart to ache.

But the Glen Zigheart before me now was different. The air of imminent dissolution remained, yet the emotions emanating from him were warm and tender, so comforting that it felt like sinking into something soft.

“How many times must I tell you? I am fine.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand dismissively as he spoke.

“Thanks to you, my heart is at ease.”

He smiled gently, as though everything had been resolved.

“Thanks to me?”

I lowered my brows as I looked at Glen Zigheart’s smiling face.

“What do you mean? What could I have possibly done…?”
“You have done something important that I could not.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with evident pride.

“Hmm….”

I tilted my head, unable to comprehend Glen Zigheart’s words.

“Could you explain this properly?”
“Just accept my words as they are.”

Glen Zigheart simply smiled, showing no intention of answering my question.

“Is this because I brought the Archangel Ramiel’s corpse?”

I blinked as I looked at Ramiel’s corpse still embedded in the Heavenly Sword.

“That did serve as motivation.”

Glen shook his head calmly, clearly unwilling to say anything more.

“Ugh….”

I scratched my head as I watched Glen’s smile, which seemed to relish this situation.

-I understand what the True Demon King is.

Wrath nodded as if he grasped Glen’s behavior and words.

‘What is it?’
-If he won’t speak, there’s no reason for me to explain.

He waved his hand, indicating he had no intention of explaining if Glen wouldn’t open his mouth.

-When people grow old, they naturally become stubborn. Think about it carefully.
‘I’ve thought about it, and I still don’t understand.’

I shot Wrath a look, but he remained silent, as if he’d already made up his mind.

“Very well. I’ll puzzle over this part on my own.”

I let out a short sigh and approached Glen’s side.

“Grandfather, do you believe everything Derus Robert said?”

I clenched my fists, recalling the words Derus had spoken.

“What do you mean by that?”

Glen Zigheart nodded as if to say I should speak my mind.

“Not just one year, but one year and one month later—that timeframe is rather peculiar.
He must be preparing some other plan besides the war.”

Derus Robert had declared he would begin the war in the trading city of Camelrun one year and one month from now.
One year is one year, two years is two years—adding an extra month to one year was suspicious by any measure.

“It’s possible he could attack before thirteen months have passed, rather than waiting until then.”

I recalled Derus Robert’s hollow gaze and bit my lip.

“Derus Robert is the kind of man who would discard even public promises like worn-out rags if it served his purposes.”

I spoke of him as a schemer capable of breaking even his own declaration of war, venting the resentment still burning in my chest.

“I share that assessment.”

Glen Zigheart closed and opened his eyes in agreement.

“Since we cannot trust Derus Robert’s word as you say, we must conduct a large-scale investigation to locate both him and Eden’s headquarters.”

He nodded, resolved to mobilize the intelligence networks of the Five Emperors and the Black Market to uncover the positions of both forces.

“A sound judgment, sir.”

I clasped my hands together, saying I held the same opinion as Glen Zigheart.

“Now that the Holy Sword Association has joined us, we should be able to overwhelm them in terms of overall military strength.”

Glen Zigheart gazed at Lectar, who had not yet awakened, and tightened his grip.

“In truth, considering only the scale of forces, we could have crushed them with just the Five Emperors alone, without the Holy Sword Association.”

I nodded, noting that the neutral factions allied with the Five Emperors alone controlled roughly half the Continent.

“True. They cannot match us in numbers. However….”

Glen exhaled heavily, shaking his head.

“Masters. We lack the numbers of transcendent-level masters who have ascended beyond the threshold.”

Because of this shortage, he couldn’t kill Derus Robert. He placed his hand heavily upon the Heavenly Sword.

“Derus Robert, the Heavenly Demon, seven Archangels, and the transcendents they’ve hidden away. In the Five Emperors, there aren’t many who can stand against them.”

Glen continued in a measured tone.

“Myself, my brother-in-law, Wrath King Ogram, Tower Master Larian, the Sword Emperor and War King seniors, and you. That makes us complete.”

He nodded as he listed the names of the transcendents remaining in the Five Emperors.

“But among us, only I can face both Derus and the Heavenly Demon.”

Glen furrowed his brows deeply, asserting that he alone could stand against those two.

“That’s certainly true…”

I exhaled a short breath.

‘Grandfather, the Heavenly Demon, and Derus exist in an entirely different realm.’

Though transcendents themselves, those three stood in an absolute dimension beyond the others.
With the very heavens obstructing their cultivation, it was no exaggeration to say they had already transcended human limitations.

-All three deserve to be called monsters. However…

Wrath lowered his chin as he looked at Glen.

-Your grandfather, who climbed to that height and endured without a single backer, is the most insane of them all.

He nodded emphatically, unable to help but acknowledge Glen’s merit.

“Though I can’t speak to the Heavenly Demon or Derus, there are a few allies who can hold back the Archangels.”

I smiled faintly, recalling Sloth and Gluttony.

“If it comes from you, I can trust it.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if he already knew whom he would summon.

“However, since this is a war that Derus Robert is preparing, anything we do will fall short. So….”

He released a small sigh and grasped my shoulder once more.

“Once you return to the Family Estate, gather those with exceptional talent and come to me.”

Glen made a rough gesture toward me.

“So that you transcend beyond transcendence and reach the absolute, and others ascend to transcendence….”

Red lightning crackled across his irises.

“I will train you personally.”

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Whoooosh!

A gate shimmering with white light opened, and Derus Robert stepped through.
He walked with a serene expression, as if he had merely returned from tea, and settled onto the sofa in his office.

“Welcome back.”

Kubara, who had been standing before the fireplace, bowed respectfully to Derus.

“….”

Derus remained silent in response, stroking his chin as if lost in profound contemplation.

“Glen Zigheart is truly not an easy opponent.”

Archangel Raphael clicked his tongue as he recalled Glen Zigheart’s noble bearing.

“His power has grown even more bizarre than before. I cannot fathom how a human accumulated such sword energy.”

He furrowed his brow, astonished that he could feel fear toward a mortal.

“Well, I suppose so.”

Derus Robert nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated Glen Zigheart’s power.

“You weren’t even the one Glen defeated—so why didn’t you retrieve Ramiel’s corpse?”

Raphael tilted his chin, questioning why he had committed such a foolish act.

“I didn’t fail to retrieve it—I couldn’t.”

Derus Robert chuckled as he looked at Raphael.

“Raon Zigheart would be so weak he could barely block a single strike from you, wouldn’t he?”

Raphael’s eyes turned glacial as he demanded clarification.

“Literally no match at all. But that one….”

Derus Robert ground his teeth as he recalled the fantastical trajectory traced by Raon Zigheart’s blade.

“He copied my Crescent Moon Technique in a single breath and turned it against me. It wouldn’t be strange to say he seized all my enlightenment from merely witnessing it once.”

He waved his hand, explaining that the shock from Raon Zigheart had left him unable to defend properly.

“The moment Glen intervened, Ramiel’s death was already sealed. Since I only need his corpse to resurrect him, there was no major problem.”

Derus Robert flicked his finger, as if today’s events had been predetermined from the start.

“The only unexpected variable was Raon Zigheart taking Ramiel’s corpse.”

His eyes narrowed as he explained that he had remained motionless because reality had twisted contrary to his predictions.

“Failing to secure Ramiel’s corpse is regrettable, but it’s a needless concern.”

Raphael shook his head as he opened the golden book in his hands.

“Destiny does not change. Everything has already been decided.”

He arrogantly lifted his chin, declaring that the heavens had already rendered their verdict.

“Yes. I know that well. But….”

Derus Robert removed his black leather gloves, his eyes blazing with a chilling intensity.

“There exist in this world
those who twist fate itself.”

He twisted his lips upward as he gazed at the viscous blood trickling down the back of his hand.

“Hmm….”

The Archangel Raphael let out a low groan upon witnessing Derus’s wound—one that even his own healing could not erase.

“To slay a being who rewrites destiny, I must ascend to an even greater height.”

Derus slowly rose to his feet.

“Open the Cultivation Chamber.”

He gestured to Kubara as he removed his long coat.

“I must surpass Glen Zigheart.”

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After Evelyn’s mana had recovered, Raon crossed through the Dimensional Gate to Zigheart alongside everyone else.

“Ah, Father? Father!”

Edgar rushed forward, shattering the battlefield beneath his feet the moment he saw Lectar without an arm.
All his usual playfulness vanished without a trace
as he examined Lectar with eyes burning with deep anger and concern.

“What in the world happened?!”

Sylvia trembled so violently where she stood that her hands shook. She looked toward Raon and Glen Zigheart, pleading for answers.

“He was struck by the Archangel. Grandfather is….”

I explained to Sylvia and Edgar why Lectar had come to Zigheart in this condition.

“You foolish old man!”

The moment Edgar learned the full truth, he gnashed his teeth at Lectar.

“Father….”

Sylvia realized that Lectar had undertaken this perilous act because of me, and her eyes reddened as she bit her lip.

“It’s not critical, but I think it would be best to begin treatment immediately.”

I gestured for Edgar and Sylvia, who were gripping Lectar’s shoulder and sleeve, to step back.

“I’ll care for Father.”
“Very well. You should rest too.”

Edgar and Sylvia shook their heads, insisting they would take Lectar directly to Pedrick’s Residence themselves.

“Understood.”

After handing Lectar over to Edgar and Sylvia, I gestured to Lawrence and Mustan, who had fallen behind.

“You two should go as well and receive treatment. While the wounds aren’t severe, exposure to divine power may leave aftereffects.”

I directed Mustan and Lawrence toward Pedrick’s Residence, telling them to receive treatment together.

“…Understood.”
“Yes. We can discuss this later.”

Mustan and Lawrence seemed more concerned with checking on Lectar’s condition than their own wounds, so they headed toward Pedrick’s Residence without complaint.

“You’ve all worked hard. Let’s disband for now.”

I clapped my hands as I looked at Evelyn, Dorian, and Martha.

“Ah, I didn’t do anything. I really didn’t do anything!”

Martha clicked her fists together, regretful that she hadn’t been more helpful.

“That’s… that’s a good thing!”

Dorian placed a finger to his lips, urging me not to speak ill omens.

“Raon. You remember what you owe me, right?”

Evelyn tapped her forehead with a finger, reminding me not to forget.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll come find you later.”

I nodded wearily, assuring her I remembered everything.

“Hehe, then I’ll be waiting.”

Evelyn waved goodbye as if to say we’d meet after resting, then disappeared. From her expression, she seemed quite exhausted as well.

-Rest is nice and all, but first we need to eat!

Wrath patted his sunken belly.

-We had all that chaos during mealtime, so I’m starving to death!

He landed on my shoulder, complaining that his hunger had grown so severe his stomach ached.

‘That’s not a bad idea, though…’

I lowered my chin as I looked at Wrath.

‘There’s something I need to consume first before that.’
-Hm? There is? Then let’s eat it right away!

Wrath waved his hand, urging me to eat quickly.

‘That is….’

I was waiting for the System Message that would clearly appear soon.

Whoooooosh!

Black flames erupted before my eyes, and the world transformed. It was the same phenomenon as when I had entered the First Patriarch of Zigheart’s memories, but something felt different.

My soul trembled violently for reasons I couldn’t fathom—this felt like the memory of someone other than my ancestor.

Whoooosh!

I opened my eyes wide as I watched the black flames rise before me.
The dark inferno burned not with heat, but with the aura of death that I knew all too well.

‘Could this possibly be….’

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