The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1219

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Chapter 1219

I walked toward the spot where Derus Robert had obliterated the corpse of Strude Priest.

“He certainly made a thorough job of it.”

Derus Robert had apparently feared that I might trace his location through the body, so he had fragmented the corpse into pieces and detonated it entirely. With the time he’d wasted as well, his intentions had clearly succeeded.

“However…”

I picked up a minuscule fragment of flesh and bone from the scorched earth, twisting my lips.

“Small traces remain.”

No matter how tremendous the explosion, a body infused with divine power—and moreover, a fragment of Derus Robert’s avatar—would inevitably leave behind some debris.

“I anticipated this situation long ago.”

I knew Derus Robert better than anyone else in this world.
Once I discovered that Strude Priest was Derus Robert’s avatar, it was only natural that I predicted he would move directly.

‘That’s why I asked Evelyn.’

After I began constructing the Tower of Desire, I sent Evelyn a request to create magic that would allow me to track Derus Robert even if he obliterated Strude Priest’s body and the corpse vanished.

‘I may not be able to kill Derus Robert…’

But at the very least, I had to dismantle everything he was preparing.

Derus Robert would be making extensive preparations to win the war a year from now without the slightest margin for error.
After this Celestial Realm, I would need to assault his hidden headquarters and destroy everything to feel truly satisfied.

“Don’t worry.”

Evelyn seemed to understand my request perfectly and had executed it flawlessly, winking at me with one eye.

“That much is sufficient. Actually, you don’t even need that.”

She stepped forward with a smile, as if to say she could track Derus Robert’s location even without Strude Priest’s body.

“Even without it?”

Raon’s eyes widened upon hearing Evelyn’s words.

“Yes. I realized it while observing the souls of animals and humans….”

Evelyn gently raised her hand toward the empty air.

“Each soul carries its own distinct scent. Derus Robert’s soul is no exception. In fact, that creature reeks with a far more unique stench than any other person.”

She placed her hand where Strude Priest had fallen, her lips curling into a smile.

“If even ten minutes had passed, I wouldn’t have found him. But right after he vanished, I can absolutely track him!”

Evelyn nodded, confirming that the stench of Derus Robert’s soul still lingered in the air.

“Impressive….”

I let out a hollow laugh. I had asked Evelyn for help, but I’d thought the chances of success were low. I never expected her to give me such a definitive answer right away. She truly was the greatest mage I knew.

-Did you hear what that Mad Woman just said?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

-Observing the souls of humans and animals! And she’s not even a Necromancer—what kind of mage does such things! This is absolutely abnormal!

He slumped his shoulders, muttering that Evelyn became more terrifying the more he learned about her.

“It will just take a little time, though.”

Evelyn clasped her hands together, explaining that since this magic involved souls, it would require time to activate.

“That’s fine.”

I crushed the bone fragments Derus Robert had left behind—what remained of Strude Priest—between my fingers and shook my head.

“Derus Robert will need time as well.”

Derus Robert was completely unprepared, unlike his usual self—it was as if a blade had been driven through his back. He would need considerable time to erase his traces and escape.

“Still, I’ll do it as fast as I can!”

Evelyn smiled softly, closed her eyes, and concentrated on channeling her magic.

“Did you devise this entire plan yourself?”

Glen Zigheart let out an incredulous laugh.

“I knew about the assault on this place, but I never expected you to track down Derus as well.”

His eyes widened in astonishment at how far I could see ahead.

“I conceived the initial idea, but I received considerable assistance.”

I gestured toward Evelyn with a faint smile.

“I thought I was suffering the most, being deep within enemy territory, but now I see the others aren’t lacking either.”

I watched the Zigheart swordsmen slaughtering the Celestial Race’s elite and Derus Robert’s subordinates like insects, and my lips curved upward.

—Indeed, they are different.

Wrath let out a small exclamation.

—It’s clear they’ve trained with all their might for your sake.

He nodded, unable to deny the growth of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Thank you both for following my crude plan.”

I bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart and Lectar.

“Ahem! What choice did we have! My grandson went into the enemy’s inner sanctum—of course we had to go!”

Glen Zigheart averted his gaze, seeming embarrassed by my sudden gratitude.

“I thought I’d grown accustomed to you by now, but I never imagined you could endure deep within the enemy’s heart for such an extended period. In any case, truly….”

Lectar waved his right hand frantically, saying he’d nearly died from worry while waiting.

“It seems Grandfather has adapted well to it by now.”

Raon smiled softly as he watched Lectar move the prosthetic arm as naturally as his own limb.

“It’s all thanks to you. Worrying about you made my hand move on its own!”

Lectar clicked his tongue, saying he’d adapted to the prosthetic with all his might.

“But compared to me, who didn’t sleep and only swung a sword, you’ve grown far more while confined in that place.”

He exhaled softly as he gazed at the corpse of the dead Archangel Raphael.

“I share that sentiment.”

Glen Zigheart nodded gravely.

“What on earth transpired for you to wield such a blade?”

He furrowed his brow, unable to fathom that an Archangel could fall to a single stroke of a sword.

“There are lessons to be learned everywhere. And…”

Raon drew a deep smile toward Glen Zigheart and Lectar, whose eyes shone with warmth.

“Your words were of tremendous help to me.”

He bowed his head, recalling the conversation Glen Zigheart and Lectar had shared about the sword.

“Hmm?”
“Our words?”

The two men blinked in confusion, as if wondering what he meant.

“Yes. Back then… Hmm?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he turned to look at Glen Zigheart and Lectar again.

Shhhhhhh!

From Raphael’s corpse, a damp yet iridescent aura—shimmering with five colors—slowly rose into the air.

“This is….”

* * *

“Haah….”

Derus Robert exhaled sharply and opened his eyes in his original body.

“Kubara!”

He tore off his sticky leather gloves, dripping with blood, and called out her name.

“Right now, immediately….”
“Yes. I’ve already issued orders to sever all connections with the Celestial Realm.”

Kubara bowed her head, as if she had witnessed the situation unfolding in Heaven herself, confirming that she was severing every link.

“That’s not enough! Activate the self-destruct spell to erase all evidence that this Headquarters ever existed!”

Derus Robert issued the order to destroy the Headquarters without the slightest hesitation, despite having poured years of funding and manpower into it.

“Self-destruct spell…?”

Kubara’s eyes widened in disbelief at Derus’s command.

“There is considerable physical distance between the Celestial Realm and the Headquarters. Simply severing the connections should be sufficient….”
“No!”

Derus Robert shook his head firmly.

“Those who breached the barrier I was confident could filter out nine in ten and reached the Celestial Realm—this Headquarters is already compromised. We must assume it’s been exposed.”

He furrowed his brow deeply, acknowledging that despite his attachment to what had been built here, retreat was the only prudent course.

“I too wish to maintain this place. But if we foolishly cling to the false certainty that the Zigheart clan won’t find it, we risk losing everything.”

Derus Robert gazed at the blood trickling down the back of his hand and bit his lip. Unlike his usual demeanor, anger filled his voice, yet he maintained his characteristically cold rationality.

“The others are not a concern, but Glen Zigheart’s existence is a hindrance. Eventually, he must be eliminated, but now is not the time to face that old man. I need more time.”

Even if Raon Zigheart and Lectar attacked simultaneously, I was confident in victory. But Glen Zigheart was different.
He was an absolute swordmaster whose name resounded across all dimensions beyond the Continent itself. For now, I could face him, but I could not defeat him.

“…Understood.”

Kubara acknowledged Derus’s words and left the study.

“Sigh.”

Derus Robert exhaled a heavy breath. This headquarters was distant from the Celestial Realm, and with multiple layers of barriers and traps in place, even if they discovered the location, considerable power and time would be consumed to breach the interior.
No matter how determined Glen was to find me, I would have enough time to settle everything and retreat.

“Let us begin.”

Derus Robert clicked his tongue and moved his fingers, causing all the books filling the study to crash to the ground and be engulfed in black flames.

Whoosh.

He thrust his hand into the black inferno consuming the study and withdrew a single tome, charred black on the outside. Remarkably, the pages within remained untouched by the flames, and the text was perfectly preserved.

“Not bad, after all.”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes as he slowly examined the characters and numbers inscribed upon the tome.

“It would not be an exaggeration to say I have achieved most of the objectives I set when establishing the Celestial Realm.”

Though he had suffered losses in the end, he ultimately obtained everything he desired, and he nodded in satisfaction.

“Of course, Raphael’s death was unexpected….”

Derus Robert gnashed his teeth with an eerie sound, clearly displeased with that particular outcome.

“A blade that severs both soul and body simultaneously. Did Raon Zigheart create something new? How is such a thing possible, even having lived two lives? Wait… could it be that he….”

As if grasping something new about Raon, he closed the tome in his hand and widened his eyes in realization.

* * *

A deep, resonant hum filled the air.

Evelyn raised both hands toward the sky, her eyes snapping wide open.

“I found it!”

She nodded vigorously, having located where Derus Robert had vanished.

“Where?”

Raon approached Evelyn, his gaze slightly clouded.

“It’s the Forest we’ve been searching through! Of course, we couldn’t venture into the areas we were afraid of being discovered, but now there’s no reason to hold back!”

Evelyn flashed her white teeth as she spoke of the Northern Region Forest where she had conducted her search in animal form.

“Did you pinpoint the exact location?”

Raon licked his lips as he asked.

“Yes! I’ve confirmed the precise coordinates where Derus Robert is hiding. Of course, there will likely be numerous obstacles surrounding the area.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed as she acknowledged that multiple Barriers and traps would certainly pose a challenge.

“Can we head there immediately?”

Glen Zigheart stood to Evelyn’s right as he posed the question.

“Of course! Just in case, I’ve already prepared a device nearby that can open a Dimensional Gate!”

Evelyn nodded quickly, explaining that she had made preparations in advance.

“Then we’re ready.”

Lectar flicked his fingertips, signaling they should depart at once.

“We’ll obliterate every Barrier and trap in our path.”

He placed his hand on his sword, declaring that he would open the path himself.

“Derus Robert won’t anticipate us pursuing him immediately. He’ll assume it takes time to locate him and travel to the Forest.”

I gazed at Evelyn, stating that I had to leave right now if I wanted to capture Derus Robert.

“A victory of preparation. Or perhaps… a victory of love!”

Evelyn clasped her hands together as she spoke the word “love.” A dimensional gate opened along the path of her slender fingers, and from within it wafted the fragrance of bushes and vegetation.

“Let us go together.”

I stood before the dimensional gate, sending a resolute gaze toward Glen Zigheart and Lectar.

“It is time we inscribe the word ‘loss’ more deeply into Derus Robert’s heart.”

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