The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1225

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Chapter 1225

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The dark clouds hanging in the sky tore apart like scraps of paper, the ground collapsed, and the very axis of the earth twisted violently.

The death aura that Derus Robert had condensed exploded inside the Dimensional Gate, yet it was terrifying enough to reduce this entire region to scorched earth.

Gulp.

I knelt on the trembling ground, my throat dry as I swallowed hard.

‘That was truly dangerous…’

If the death aura had exploded here according to Derus Robert’s plan, everyone, including myself, would have perished unless Glen unleashed his full power.

Glen, who had revealed his true might, would no longer be able to refuse the call from the heavens and would ascend, meaning the entire Continent would have fallen to Derus Robert in the end.
I was infinitely fortunate to have avoided the worst outcome.

‘I came to kill Derus Robert, only to nearly face total annihilation.’

I bit the tip of my finger, my teeth stained with blood, and furrowed my brow.

‘Derus Robert. That bastard truly cannot be underestimated.’

I had believed this entire affair was within the palm of my hand from beginning to end.
No matter what scheme Derus Robert employed, I was certain of my victory.

But Derus Robert had turned the crisis into an opportunity, crafting a plan to slaughter me and Zigheart’s elite, and even force Glen’s ascension.

Just as I had grown stronger through development in multiple aspects, Derus Robert too seemed never satisfied with his current power and mentality, constantly pushing himself to greater heights.

‘I must break free from the past now as well.’

Derus Robert had judged me not as the Raon of the past, but as Raon Zigheart.

Meanwhile, I had continued to view Derus Robert as he was in the past, and nearly paid dearly for it today. Had it not been for Glen, I might truly have perished.

Going forward, I needed to set aside everything Derus Robert had shown me thus far and focus on the present moment to make my judgments.

‘But….’

I narrowed my eyes slightly as I watched the sky and earth gradually cease their trembling.

‘Could that bastard still be alive?’

Derus Robert had taken the full brunt of the death aura’s explosion while his soul was already severed by my Heart Sword.

The impact of the death aura’s detonation was so tremendous that it reverberated across dimensions—even if it had been Glen instead of Derus Robert, I doubted anyone could have survived.

‘And that location was his headquarters.’

The space where Derus Robert had opened the Dimensional Gate was where the Shadow’s elite and the Celestial Race had fled.
In a sense, it could be considered his true headquarters, so there was no escape, and everything would have been obliterated by that catastrophic explosion.

‘But….’

I pressed my lips together firmly.

‘There was something different about his soul.’

Derus Robert did not possess a single soul like other people.
Hundreds—no, thousands of souls were clustered together with faces as withered as dried bark, screaming in agony as they were torn apart.
Even after I had cleaved his soul deeply with my Heart Sword’s instant death and he was engulfed by the massive explosion, I could not be certain of his death.

-What are you worrying about!

Wrath tapped my head, saying I was thinking strange thoughts.

-If he survived that, he’s already not human!

He snorted, insisting that even that sinister Derus Robert had no choice but to die.

‘Is that so?’

I smiled faintly as I watched Wrath, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

-Of course!

Wrath let out a scoff, raising his plump hand.

-I agree that bastard is ghostly, but it wasn’t just that explosion—your sword was distinctly different too!

He shook his head vigorously, saying the man wasn’t thinking only of the explosion.

-That sword and explosion were dangerous enough to threaten even the Demon Lords!

Wrath clicked his tongue loudly, insisting there was no need to worry.

‘I understand.’

I was about to chuckle at Wrath’s excitement.

“Raon.”

Glen approached my side and supported my shoulder.

“That was a magnificent sword.”

He spoke of the Heart Sword I had displayed at the end—Life Becomes Death—rather than pushing back Derus Robert, and offered a serene smile.

“Swordsmanship is as much the life of a swordsman as it is the blade itself.”

Glen gazed at his own Heart Sword, slowly closing his eyes before opening them again.

“Even brothers who learned the same swordsmanship develop different qualities in their blades depending on how they live their lives. My sword is a killing blade built upon violence and destruction, but thanks to you all, I was able to find a new path, even if only at the very end.”

He accepted the warm-glowing Heart Sword into his chest and shook his head.

“But you, Raon, are different.”

Glen looked at me with eyes deep with affection.

“From childhood, you wielded your sword to save lives. Even though death and killing intent dwell within that blade, many have lived because of your sword.”

He raised a trembling hand and gently stroked my head.

“Walk your own path. The path that only you can traverse.”

Glen spoke of how the way of the martial artist was the life of a warrior, and he gripped Raon’s shoulder firmly. From his large, weathered hand emanated a profound affection and pride for his grandson.

-Normally I’d mock you as a homebody, but even I share that sentiment today!

Wrath gazed at Glen and let out a short, satisfied sound.

-Your final strike was impressive enough to astound even me!

He swung his fist as if reminiscing about how remarkable it had been.

-I truly cannot call you a mere fledgling anymore.

Wrath nodded, his praise carrying genuine sincerity for once.

“I understand.”

I repeated Glen’s words in my mind as my exhausted hand gazed down at the Heavenly Sword that had fallen to the ground.
As I reached down to retrieve the blade, something extraordinary happened—the heart sword born from my spirit and the Heavenly Sword began to overlap before my eyes.

“Ah….”

I swallowed hard as I watched the two blades, which should have remained forever separate, merge into one.

‘A path only I can walk.’

Recalling what only I could accomplish—just as when I slew the Archangel Raphael—I clenched my weakened hand into a fist.

“Ha….”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword and let out a small laugh.

-What, what is it!

Wrath burst into a bewildered laugh.

-Did you perhaps gain another enlightenment?

The man screamed, clutching his head as if begging for mercy at last.

‘Well, I suppose that’s about right….’

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword, which felt impossibly heavy in my grip, and slowly shook my head.

‘For now, I just want to rest.’

Unable to resist the encroaching darkness of my vision, I slowly let my eyes fall shut.

‘My sword….’

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“Hm!”

Glen caught Raon’s waist as he slowly collapsed, steadying him.

“Are you alright…. Phew, he’s lost consciousness.”

After confirming that Raon had lost consciousness, Glen exhaled a breath of relief.

“Well, it’s only natural.”

Glen grasped Raon’s hand, from which even calluses had been worn away, and nodded quietly.

“He accomplished something worthy of being recorded in the history of the Continent.”

Raon had entered Derus Robert’s inner chamber alone, slain the Archangel Raphael, devised a plan to suppress the elite of the Celestial Race and Shadow, and executed it flawlessly.

This was something even Glen, called the strongest on the Continent, could not accomplish. Only Raon Zigheart in this world could have done it.

‘And moreover….’

Glen hoisted Raon onto his back—the boy had grown far heavier since childhood—and a thin smile played across his lips.

‘He didn’t even let Derus Robert escape.’

I had anticipated Derus Robert’s escape and instructed Evelyn to craft a tracking spell that would allow me to pursue him.
Thanks to her flawless execution of my request, she managed to follow him all the way here and initiate this final confrontation.

‘I was even prepared to leave this Continent….’

Glen swept his hand across his head, letting out a hollow laugh.

‘Having such a capable grandson has allowed me to remain here a while longer.’

Like the old saying that even a cornered rat will bite a cat, Derus Robert had devised a plan to annihilate his attackers instead.
He honestly believed he would need to reveal his full strength to end this battle, but I awakened in that brief moment and ultimately defeated Derus Robert with my own power.

Though I had considered various possibilities, the outcome that unfolded was far removed from any of my predictions, so even now I couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh.

‘No matter who Derus Robert is, he must be dead.’

I had severed Derus Robert’s soul and thrust him through the Dimensional Gate along with a colossal force that even I found difficult to contain.
Unless Derus Robert was a god, there was no way he could have survived.

“W-what happened!”

As Glen gazed at me with affectionate eyes, Lectar came rushing over.

“Raon! Are you alright!”

Despite being drenched in blood from head to toe, Lectar only asked about my condition.
It seemed he had refused to open a path and held back the enemies until the very end before rushing here.

“Lord Raon!”
“Raon! You bastard! You’re not dead, are you?”
“Raon….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan also came rushing over covered in blood and sweat, calling out my name.

“G-grandfather, Raon is alright, isn’t he?”
“Don’t keep us in suspense! Tell us quickly!”
“Haaa….”

The three of them, having experienced such a tremendous shock, seemed to believe I was severely injured, their lips trembling as they bit down anxiously. In all their eyes, I could sense a profound emotion that went far beyond mere comradeship.

“Raon is fine.”

Glen nodded with a faint smile.

“He simply exhausted all his strength and stamina before losing consciousness.”

He explained Raon’s current condition and waved his hand reassuringly.

“Phew… thank goodness.”

Evelyn, who had arrived at some point without anyone noticing, exhaled in relief and slid down to sit with her back against the wall.

“Then what happened to Derus Robert?”

Lectar, curious about the outcome of this ordeal now that Raon was safe, asked about Derus Robert.

“He’s dead.”

Glen stated Derus Robert’s death without hesitation, trusting his own judgment.

“Is… is that truly so?”

Lectar’s jaw dropped, as if he hadn’t anticipated such an outcome.

“Derus Robert is actually dead…?”
“As expected of the Head of House! It was about time that bastard died!”
“Mm…”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan all let out involuntary gasps of astonishment at the news of Derus’s death.

“We must not grow careless—the Archangel still remains.”

Glen raised his hand to the elite members of Zigheart who were about to cheer.

“But the most dangerous one is gone! There’s no reason we shouldn’t hold a Festival! You truly are a remarkable kinsman!”

Lectar, believing Glen had slain Derus Robert, raised his hand and let out a triumphant shout.

“No.”

Glen shook his head firmly.

“It wasn’t me who ended Derus Robert. It was this one.”

He turned to show Raon, whom he carried on his back, to everyone, and his lips curled upward.

“Raon cut down Derus and shattered his insidious scheme. Not me—this boy accomplished it all.”

Glen credited Raon with all the glory and broke into a refreshing laugh.

“Ra, Raon did?”

Lectar’s jaw dropped, clearly having assumed Glen was the one who killed Derus Robert.

“What? Raon killed Derus?”
“That’s, that’s insane! He’s truly insane!”
“I knew he could do it….”

Burren trembled with shock, Martha erupted in a cheer laced with profanity, and Lunan nodded quietly as if he’d always believed.

“That’s my man! I’d love him even if he killed me!”

Evelyn, having spent the night crafting magic, didn’t tear her violet eyes away from Raon, savoring the fruits of her labor.

“….”

Glen glanced at Raon, who was basking in everyone’s praise, and smiled faintly.

‘Are you listening? Everyone is praising you.’

He lifted his grandson, who had grown considerably heavier than before, slightly and patted his back as he’d wished to do since childhood.

‘I’ve received great help from my grandson. Now it’s my turn to show what I can do.’

Glen’s resolve crystallized as icy lightning flickered above his crimson eyes.

‘I will end the final battle with Eden.’

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