The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1196

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Chapter 1196

Gulp.

I swallowed hard as I felt the noble sword aura of the swordmaster that seemed to fill the entire peak of Bekmang Mountain.

‘Grandfather?’

The swordmaster thrusting his blade toward the sky at the peak of Bekmang Mountain was Lectar, my own grandfather. His entire body was drenched in sweat as if he had been training through the night.

‘What is this?’

I sensed a far more violent wave of aura emanating from Lectar than before. The sword energy blooming from him seemed more intense than when he stood as the head of the Holy Sword Association, even with his arm intact.

‘How did he recover his power in such a short time…’

I knew that Lectar had begun his comeback training after receiving Ensia’s prosthetic arm and renewing his fighting spirit.

But it hadn’t been that long ago, and I couldn’t fathom what kind of training he was doing to recover his martial prowess so rapidly.

‘Willpower alone has its limits… Ah!’

I let out a small exclamation as I observed the exhaustion etched across Lectar’s face.

‘Could it be… Grandfather?’

Glen was waiting for me in front of the lake where Lectar standing at the peak of Bekmang Mountain was most visible. Considering this location and time, it seemed he had even assisted in Lectar’s training.

‘Now the puzzle comes together.’

I turned my gaze toward the Main Mansion and curved my lips upward.

‘Grandfather had another reason for coming directly to the Annex Building.’

Grandfather was helping Grandfather.

Glen hadn’t come to the Annex Building merely to foster my growth and Sia’s—he had also come to restore Lectar’s martial strength. True to his reputation as the greatest on the Continent, he was reaping multiple benefits from a single move.

‘And on top of that….’

I sensed the aura of transcendents wavering around Lectar and clicked my tongue.

‘The Sword Emperor and War King are here as well.’

Lectar hadn’t been helped by Glen alone. It was clear that both the Sword Emperor and War King had carved time from their own training to assist with Lectar’s development.

‘I didn’t expect them to move before me.’

I had been contemplating my schedule, thinking I would need to help with Lectar’s training soon, but Glen, the Sword Emperor, and the War King had already taken on the role I was meant to fulfill.

‘Even without my intervention….’

I felt something hot rising within my chest and clenched my fists.

‘The world moves on.’

For some time, I had believed that problems were only solved and matters resolved when I personally took action.

But that wasn’t true.

Around me gathered people with whom I had built deep bonds. They were individuals capable of walking their own righteous path without my commands or involvement.

-You’re only realizing this now?

Wrath descended before my eyes, his brow furrowed.

-Arrogant fool! You are neither a god nor a Demon Lord. Stop thinking you can do everything, and focus on what you can do well!

He lifted his nose haughtily as he chided me for my presumption.

‘He’s right.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

‘I should concentrate on what I can accomplish.’

What I needed to do now was perfectly comprehend Derus Robert’s plan, complete the tenth burning ring of fire, and cultivate the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall. I pressed my lips together, resolving to dedicate all my time and effort to these three objectives.

‘The Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons are dead, and Grandfather is recovering his power. Our side might be stronger now….’

I clenched my fists as I watched the sunlight beginning to illuminate all of Zigheart.

‘Let’s do this.’

There really wasn’t much time left now.

* * *

Grrrrrrgh.

Lunan Slion, who had been dozing with her back against the wall, slowly lifted her eyelids.

“Sigh….”

She turned her head toward the tree on her right and exhaled softly.

“Why do you keep staring at me….”

Lunan Slion muttered that she couldn’t sleep and brushed back the hair that had slipped down past her ear.

“I wasn’t staring at you.”

Martha emerged from behind the tree she had been looking at and shook her head.

“I was just resting with my back against the tree like you, that’s all.”

Martha shrugged, saying she was taking a break before starting her evening training.

“Hide your fighting spirit and tell such lies….”

Lunan Slion slightly furrowed her brow, saying Martha’s aura was too sticky and had woken her from sleep.

“You could just say it. That you want to fight….”

She put strength into her fingertips, telling her not to bother going back.

“Is that so? Then….”

Martha curled her crimson lips and approached Lunan.

“Fight me! Right now!”

Her shoulders trembled as competitive fervor boiled within her, unbearable to contain. In her dark eyes, the power of Envy, the Demon Lord of jealousy, seemed to shimmer.

“Hmm….”

Lunan blinked vacantly, unfazed even as she faced Martha’s furious aura head-on.

“Don’t want to….”

She shook her head, contradicting her previous words—she didn’t feel like fighting.

“Huh?”

Martha’s mouth fell open in shock.

“Hey! The atmosphere was perfect for a sparring match! What are you saying all of a sudden!”

She cried out, unable to comprehend the situation.

“I was going to….”

Lunan yawned so wide her mouth nearly split, smacking her lips.

“But I got sleepy, so it’s become a bother….”

She lowered her hand apologetically, unable to continue.

“This is absolutely infuriating!”
“Instead….”

Lunan extended her palm toward Martha, who was about to explode in fury.

“Just one strike….”

She raised her index finger, sharp and blade-like.

“Let’s settle this with a single strike….”

Lunan Slion sighed deeply, asking not to be bothered after this.

“Fine!”

Martha agreed to those terms and roughly drew her blade.

“Sigh….”

Lunan Slion, as if even a single-strike duel was tedious, slowly unsheathed his sword while wiggling his fingers.

“It’ll be different from before!”

Martha cried out that I should look forward to it and unleashed my aura at full power. The Titan’s aura that formed my foundation surged with tremendous force, sweeping across the 5th Training Ground.

“That’s fine too….”

Lunan Slion, by contrast, maintained only enough aura to barely cover his blade and body, then clenched his jaw.

“Hraaaaaa!”

Martha charged forward with a roar-like battle cry. Her movements were savage like a wild beast, yet the swordmaster’s blade curved with the grace of a scholar’s fingertips turning pages.

Kuwaaaaaa!

Martha poured her explosive aura into the tip of her blade as if to erase Lunan Slion’s very existence. It seemed both like unleashing fury and like trusting the swordmaster completely.

Shhhhhhh.

Lunan Slion did not retreat even as he witnessed Martha’s strike powerful enough to shatter the Battlefield itself. Instead, he advanced with steps as light as a butterfly’s wings and traced a semicircle with his frost-blooming blade.

The blade, brimming with pristine coldness, enveloped everything before my eyes. Before the flow of frost that froze both time and space, even Martha’s strike was no exception.

Hwaaaaaaaa!

Martha froze solid along with her violently extended blade, hardening right before Lunan Slion’s face. She exhaled gray breath and turned her trembling eyes.

“Y-You really….”

Martha’s lips trembled, drained of color as if the chill had sapped all warmth from her.

“The gap between us has grown quite wide.”

She nodded heavily, as if she had known from the start that the difference in strength between herself and Lunan had widened.

“Then why did you…?”

Lunan tilted her head, unable to comprehend.

“Because I needed to feel the exact difference in our abilities. How much longer will it take…?”

Martha broke through the ice that covered her skin like a thin frost and twisted her lips upward.

“Before I can catch up to you.”

She nodded, saying that since she too had obtained the power of a Demon Lord, she wanted to see for herself.

“It seems it won’t take as long as I thought.”

Martha left word that they should fight again later, then walked toward the center of the Training Ground. Despite her defeat, she moved with purpose in each step, as if genuinely satisfied.

“No…”

Lunan watched Martha’s retreating figure before slowly closing her eyes.

“It won’t happen…”

She spoke as if determined never to be caught by Martha, her lips curving slightly upward.

“Either way…”

* * *

Clap.

I watched the sparring match between Lunan and Martha, then clapped my hands with satisfaction.

‘Martha has already embodied envy.’

Martha had grown in both body and spirit from just a brief sparring match with Lunan moments ago. It was like the power of an ability that grew stronger through fighting the strong—the might of jealousy transformed into competitive spirit.

‘And Lunan….’

I exhaled softly as I watched Lunan slip back into sleep.

‘She might truly be on the verge of transcendence soon.’

Among all those who had received the Demon Lords’ powers, Lunan was the only one wielding that strength better than I did. She was growing stronger at a pace as if she had become the very incarnation of Sloth.

At this rate, it seemed she would break through the wall and ascend as a new transcendent before long.

‘But that’s not all.’

In the sword Lunan wielded moments ago, faint particles of aura were connecting like a constellation’s hazy lines. Natural energy was moving of its own accord, independent of her will—and that meant the Sword Realm was about to open.

‘Transcendence and the Sword Realm both….’

I curled my lips upward as I envisioned Lunan opening the Sword Realm after ascending to transcendence.

‘She’ll become a formidable force.’

I nodded, resolving to help Lunan reach transcendence before the war began.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow as I observed Dorian tidying the Training Ground during the break.

‘Dorian is growing steadily as well.’

Though not quite at Lunan’s pace, Dorian was strengthening rapidly through his excellent harmony with the power of gluttony. He had once possessed similar martial prowess to Crain, but now his caliber was distinctly different.

‘And….’

I slightly narrowed my eyes as I glanced to my right.

‘Burren.’

Burren stared blankly into empty space, his lips bleeding from biting them so hard. He seemed shaken by the growth in martial prowess displayed by Lunan and Martha, whom he considered his rivals.

“Damn it….”

Burren Zigheart cursed under his breath before grasping his sword again and resuming his strikes. Even if a peer advanced ahead or a junior surpassed him first, he seemed determined never to relinquish his blade.

‘I need to look after him too.’

Burren Zigheart was the vice-leader of Gwangpung Hall, personally selected by me. Since I hadn’t been able to grant him the powers of the Demon Lords, I thought it would be good to provide him with separate personal training.

-A wise decision indeed!

Wrath nodded as he looked at me.

-Grid. Obtaining his power will be as difficult as acquiring the True Demon King’s authority!

He snorted, saying it would be hard to find Envy’s power and grant it to Burren Zigheart.

‘Hm? That was easier than lying down and eating bread.’

I tilted my head as I looked at Wrath.

‘Wrath came to me on his own.’

I lowered my hand, saying there was no difficulty at all.

-You, you bastard….

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying I nitpicked his words whenever I was bored.

‘And obtaining Grid’s power doesn’t seem that difficult either.’

I fingered the coin in my pocket as I watched Wrath burn with indignation.

‘I have a decent plan in mind.’

* * *

“Raon! Raon!”

Evelyn came to my room and thrust the door open roughly.

“Uh….”

I stared blankly at Evelyn, my sweat-drenched shirt half-removed.

“Oh my! Should I come back later?”

Despite saying she’d return later, Evelyn closed the door behind her and stepped inside. She covered her eyes with her hand, but spread her fingers apart to observe my body in meticulous detail.

“That mole on your side has gotten a bit bigger, hasn’t it? Should I remove it for you later?”

Evelyn furrowed her brow slightly, noting that my mole seemed to have enlarged.

“A… mole?”

My lips trembled in shock that Evelyn knew about a mole I wasn’t even aware of.

-G-good grief, she’s truly a terrifying woman!

Wrath held his breath, saying he never knew there was a human he couldn’t adapt to.

-She knows you better than you know yourself!
‘I couldn’t agree more.’

I sighed and pulled out fresh clothes to change into.

“Tsk….”

Evelyn clicked her tongue with a hint of disappointment before settling into a chair.

“Did you visit the location mentioned in the Dragon Lord’s records?”

I draped a towel around my neck and sat across from Evelyn.

“Yes! Everything you said was correct!”

Evelyn nodded vigorously, as if she’d just remembered the main point.

“There was a barrier there that detects animal possession magic. Since it uses divine power rather than mana, it’ll be difficult to dispel.”

She clicked her tongue, noting that disabling that magic would immediately alert the caster.

“As expected.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“I thought Derus Robert would act exactly like this.”
“But why did you ask me to examine the entire area around the barrier?”

Evelyn tilted her head, questioning why I’d asked her to search the entire surroundings when she already knew the barrier was in place.

“I want to move with as little suspicion as possible.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword resting on the table, a sinister smile crossing my face.

“Because I’m going to enter that Angels’ Lair myself.”

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