The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1137

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Chapter 1137

“A holy war?”

I observed the wavering pupils in Chad’s eyes as I posed the question back to him.

“Did you just say a holy war?”

A holy war referred not to the conflicts of ordinary kingdoms, but to wars spearheaded by the Holy Kingdom itself.
Yet the term was not carelessly applied to every conflict that arose.

It was invoked only when events threatened the very foundations of the Holy Kingdom, or when enemies emerged that stood in direct opposition to holiness itself—and without thinking, my fingers tensed.

“Yes. While it has not yet been announced publicly, intelligence flowing from within Shuper indicates that preparations for a holy war are underway.”

Chad spoke of it as reliable information obtained from within Shuper and withdrew a letter from his breast.

“Hmm….”

I unfolded the letter Chad had handed me and read through it swiftly.

‘A report from an informant embedded within Shuper.’

The letter contained details of the Shuper Holy Kingdom gathering war materials and summoning high-ranking Holy Knights.

Yet even the informant seemed uncertain about the precise reason the holy war was being prepared.

“So you still don’t know the reason for the war?”

I returned the finished letter to Chad and moistened my lips.

“Yes. It appears that only the highest echelons of the Shuper Holy Kingdom understand the purpose of the war at this time.”

Chad bowed his head apologetically.

“I thought perhaps you might know something, given your acquaintance with Saint Olga, but it seems you are equally uninformed.”

He shook his head slightly, thinking he might be able to learn about Shuper after all.

“Saint Olga is one thing, but she doesn’t really talk about Shuper much.”

I recalled Saint Olga’s sullen expression and let out a quiet chuckle. Despite being freed from the curse, she remained as blunt and irritable as ever.

“If you give me time, I’ll investigate it myself.”

Chad lowered his chin, saying that if I waited just a bit longer, he would uncover why the war was being waged and who I was fighting against.

“No.”

I shook my head calmly.

“I was planning to visit the Shuper Holy Kingdom anyway, so I’ll investigate it myself.”

Since I was thinking about gaining recognition from the Shuper Holy Kingdom before the second successor trial ended, it seemed better to go directly rather than wait here.

“Ah, that would be better.”

Chad nodded as if he understood.

“Thank you for sharing such valuable information.”

I bowed to Chad in gratitude.

“Not at all! Aren’t we heading in the same direction?”

Chad waved both hands with a hearty laugh, as if showing his trust in me.

“Then I’ll send you any good information I find!”

He said he had a lot of work to do and needed to leave, so he stepped on the Bobeop again and rushed back to the Bi-Yeon Society.

‘To think I once suspected such a person of being Karun’s spy…’

I watched Chad’s figure rapidly disappear into the distance and shook my head in disbelief.

‘I was truly simple and foolish.’
-You lack more than just perception!

Wrath furrowed his brow as he looked at me.

-No matter how much I tell you from beside you, it’s as if your ears are sealed shut and you refuse to listen!

He thumped his own chest, saying he felt as frustrated as if he had indigestion.

‘Well, it’s fine as long as I understand now.’

Raon shook his head with a faint smile.

‘I’ll repay everything Chad has done for me tenfold from now on.’

I unfolded the report that had arrived from Shuper again, vowing to return his kindness multiplied.

‘A holy war, then….’

Who is Shuper waging a holy war against?

Despite its sacred name, the Shuper Holy Kingdom no longer worships the Archangels or Celestial Race due to my influence.

Yet even if they don’t follow the Celestial Race, they harbor no goodwill toward the Demon Race either, so I suspected they were now fighting against the denizens of the Demon Realm.

‘Right. If the Holy Kingdom is waging a holy war, the enemy can only be the Demon Race.’

Since Derus Robert had declared war and gone into seclusion, the Archangels and Celestial Race wouldn’t move either.
Shuper’s only opponent now was the monsters of the Demon Realm.

‘Wrath.’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Wrath.

‘Have there been any Demons crossing from the Demon Realm into Shuper recently?’
-How would I know that?

Wrath blinked as if questioning why I would ask him such a thing.

‘You’re the True Demon King. Shouldn’t you know something like that?’

Raon tilted his head in the exact same manner as Wrath.

-This damned bastard….

Wrath stood there dumbfounded before his eyes flared with anger.

-I’m bound to your soul and can’t escape this cursed space, so how would I know that?!

He ground his teeth, demanding that I speak sense.

-If I could move freely, I would’ve descended to the Demon Realm this instant and smashed the System to pieces!

Wrath waved both hands vigorously, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

-Think with that empty head of yours! After getting beaten twice yesterday by a mere whelp like you, do you think I’d just sit still?!

He rubbed the area around his eyes, where bruises from yesterday’s beating still hadn’t faded.

‘Hmm, that’s a fair point.’

Raon smacked his lips briefly as he observed Wrath’s darkened eyes.

‘So in the end, I’ll have to go see for myself.’

Since the Bi-Yeon Society’s intelligence didn’t have this information and even Wrath didn’t know, it seemed best to visit the Shuper Holy Kingdom directly and investigate what was happening.

-Go where, exactly?

Wrath furrowed his brow and raised his frost-covered arm.

-That fake Saint isn’t saying anything, which means she’s handling it herself. Just eat here in the Annex Building and focus on your own training.

He waved his hand, telling me to eat in the Annex Building and train.

‘Both the current Holy King and Saint Olga are like that….’

Raon shook his head as he recalled the faces of the two pillars of the Shuper Holy Kingdom—the Holy King and the Saint.

‘Both of them are not the type to ask for help even if they themselves are in danger.’

The Holy King and Saint of Shuper had already accumulated such tremendous debt to me
that there was a high likelihood they would not request aid from Zigheart even if their nation faced peril.

During the war against the White Blood Cult, many lives were saved thanks to the Shuper Holy Kingdom and Saint Olga, so it was reasonable to consider it a mutual exchange of aid. Yet it was evident they still believed they were receiving one-sided benevolence.

‘It would be better if I went there myself. And…’

I smiled faintly while gazing at the distant Main Mansion.

‘I was told to absolutely pass the Second Successor Trial, so it would be wise to secure Shuper’s support as well to nail it down firmly.’

Having garnered support from so many people thus far, obtaining the backing of the Shuper Holy Kingdom would ensure I could definitely pass the Second Successor Trial.

-So you’re going alone this time?

Wrath tilted his chin, as if asking who I intended to bring along this time.

‘When going out, one naturally needs to bring a wallet.
And, ah…’

I drew a thin smile and snapped my fingers.

‘A good idea just occurred to me.’

I turned and rushed not to the 5th Training Ground, but to the Annex Building. I stopped before Evelyn’s room in the Dormitory where the attendants resided.

“Evelyn.”

I knocked carefully and called her name.

“Raon? Just a moment.”

Evelyn had been resting in her room, and she replied in her usual warm voice, asking me to wait a moment.

-Why are you calling the Mad Woman!

Wrath complained about why I kept calling for Evelyn instead of him, tapping my shoulder.
He tapped his own shoulder while calling out to Evelyn.

“With Evelyn around, we can move faster and she’s helpful in many ways. Plus, we can keep one of our promises.”

As Raon was smiling quietly, the door opened and Evelyn came out. The interior of the room visible behind her was organized more neatly than anywhere else in the Annex Building.

“What’s wrong?” or “What’s going on?”

Evelyn gazed at herself and drew a subtle purple-tinted smile.

“I asked you out, didn’t I?”

Raon stepped forward with a smile, closing the distance between him and Evelyn.

“Let’s go. There’s somewhere I want to go with you.”

He reached out his hand, saying he would keep the promise he had put off.

“A date? Really? Right now… huh?”

Evelyn drew a bright smile, then her face stiffened like a doll’s.

“Raon. Don’t tell me the place you want to go is….”

Her lips twisted upward.

“It couldn’t be the Shuper Holy Kingdom, right?”

Evelyn had been listening to the entire conversation between Chad and the King, and she immediately brought up the name of the Shuper Holy Kingdom.

“Huh? Oh, you already knew?”

Raon’s jaw trembled slightly as he looked at Evelyn.

Ugh…

Wrath covered his eyes with both hands and let out a sigh, as if he didn’t even have the energy to curse.

“Hehehehe….”

Evelyn released an eerie laugh as she condensed an immense amount of mana in both her hands.

“It seems our Raon needs a bit of education. He doesn’t even understand what a date means.”

Unable to contain herself any longer, she unleashed the concentrated mana toward Raon without hesitation.

“Wait, just a moment!”

I absorbed Evelyn’s surging mana through Mugeumhyang before fleeing outside the Annex Building.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Evelyn, clearly unwilling to show any restraint this time, chanted massive spells and pursued me like a shadow.

‘Why, why is she like this!’

I fled in panic toward Bekmang Mountain.

-I never thought the True Demon King would side with the Mad Woman….

Wrath exhaled a long sigh, having never anticipated things would unfold this way.

-You should just die! Dying would be a service to the world!
‘Could you explain….’
-If you don’t understand, then die! Just die!

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After surviving a life-or-death game of tag with Evelyn, I made my way to the Audience Chamber.

“You look a mess.”

Glen Zigheart examined my entire body, which was covered in traces of mana, and furrowed his brow.

“Yes. There was a minor misunderstanding….”

I lowered my head apologetically as I spoke.

-A misunderstanding? If that’s a misunderstanding, you might as well be dead!

Wrath, rarely taking sides, choked me with his own hands.

“So. You’re going to Shuper?”

Glen Zigheart tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne lightly, as if asking whether I’d be alright.

“Yes. Since I still have a month’s leeway, I intend to investigate the issues that have arisen in Shuper and return with their support as well.”

I lowered my head, asking for his permission.

“Since I said the full-scale war begins a month from now, you’re free to do as you wish until then.”

Glen Zigheart nodded his chin, as if telling me to act as I pleased.

“However, even if time is important, focusing on many things at once causes one to lose sight of what truly matters. Think carefully about what you really must do, and devote yourself to that.”

He offered not merely permission, but counsel on the most crucial matter at this moment.

“I will take your words to heart.”

I closed my eyes, etching his words deeply into my heart.

“Have you assessed those with potential?”

Glen Zigheart’s serene gaze lowered, as if asking how I viewed the candidates.

“The only ones confirmed so far are Karun and Aris Zigheart. I haven’t decided on anyone else. After visiting Shuper, I plan to observe their growth and efforts before bringing them along.”

I lowered my head, asking him to wait a little longer.

“Karun and Aris. I see….”

Glen Zigheart smiled gently, as if he had anticipated Karun’s selection.

“Yes. Let us decide that in a month as well.”

He nodded slowly, saying we should take our time to understand things first.

“Thank you. I shall take my leave.”

After offering a final bow to Glen Zigheart, I turned and walked away.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart gazed at my retreating figure with a serene smile, noting not merely the breadth of my shoulders or my height, but how my very presence seemed to have expanded.

‘Do as you wish.’

A benevolent smile graced his features, one that transcended all worldly concerns, and he lowered his chin.

‘I shall dedicate everything to forge your path.’

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The Grand Cathedral of the Shuper Holy Kingdom.

Holy King Hofen knelt within the Holy Spirit Prayer Chamber, a sacred space where only he could offer his prayers, his eyes gently closed.
He remained motionless in that position for hours, as though he would become a statue, his entire being devoted to prayer.

A radiant glow descended from the heavens.

As though taking pity on Hofen, who maintained his vigil without even a tremor of his eyelashes, a gentle starlight descended from the sky and enveloped his shoulders.
A sacred and beautifully blossoming radiance began to spill forth from the prayer chamber.

“Ohhhhh!”
“Truly, he is the Holy King!”
“To summon such light and divine power!”

The High Priests and Holy Knights remaining in the Grand Cathedral were moved to tears, their hands clasped together in reverence at the radiance Hofen had invoked.

“This is an excellent omen!”
“As expected of one who ascended to kingship through their own strength!”
“With someone like that, victory in the coming holy war is assured….”

The High Priests were basking in radiant smiles and envisioning a glorious future.

Thud!

A blonde girl clad in a black nun’s habit strode forward without hesitation, her heavy footsteps shaking the sacred Grand Cathedral as she kicked open the door to the Holy Spirit Prayer Chamber.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”
“P-please wait!”
“The prayer has not yet concluded!”

The High Priests and holy knights attempted to restrain the girl, but they were no match for her violent strength and were sent flying backward.

Boom!

The girl in the black nun’s habit finally shattered the prayer chamber door, her eyes meeting those of King Hofen, whose jaw hung agape.

“Ah, no—at least knock before entering!”

Hofen shook his head, pleading with her to exercise some restraint.

“I did.”

Saint Olga brushed dust from her black habit and let out a scoff.

“That’s not knocking—that’s smashing the door with your fist!”

Hofen cried out, demanding she maintain some dignity befitting a Saint.

“Stop wasting time with prayers that don’t work. Come out.”

Olga snorted dismissively and beckoned Hofen with a flick of her finger. Her eyes gleamed with confidence as she gestured toward the thin dagger hanging at her waist.

“The weapon to kill that damned witch is finally complete.”

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