The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1227

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Chapter 1227

“…That’s how it came to pass.”

I explained to the people who had tracked me down to my room in the Annex Building what had transpired during this time.

“You cut down an Archangel with a single strike! Of course you’re my son! Look at him! That’s my son right there! Not only is his face handsome, but his swordsmanship is the strongest on the Continent! Father! Wasn’t it a good decision for me to leave the Holy Sword Association? If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have such a magnificent grandson!”

Edgar continued proclaiming that I was indeed his son, chattering endlessly to Lectar beside him.

“I already know, so close your mouth!”

Lectar, clinging to his side, grabbed Edgar’s head as he wagged his tongue and shoved him away.

“And he’s my grandson! I saw him first!”

He snorted, insisting that he had recognized me before his son Edgar had.

“You split Derus Robert’s soul with the Heart Sword?”

Valdemar wrapped his massive hand—large as a pot lid—around his head in utter disbelief.

“To cut down that creature with the Heart Sword, even the sight of which makes one nauseous—that’s impressive!”

He patted my back with such force it ached, as if this operation had been worthwhile.

“So, what about my martial art?”

Valdemar subtly broached the subject of the martial art manual, revealing that it had been his true objective all along.

-Damn it! Just create one for him already at this point!

Wrath furrowed his brow, finding Valdemar pitiful now.

“Honestly, the plan had plenty of holes in it. We should count ourselves fortunate. Or perhaps it was thanks to our Sword Master’s adaptability.”

Burren Zigheart exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that everything had ended safely.

“What a waste! I should have driven my fist into that shiny face of his before Derus Robert died!”

Martha clicked her tongue in disappointment at having missed the chance to see Derus Robert’s true form.

“W-we would have died! Please, just be grateful!”

Dorian wiped his chest in relief, thankful they hadn’t had to face Derus Robert directly.

“Stop spouting such defeatist nonsense! We actually helped this time! Derus Robert is nothing special!”

Crain draped an arm across Dorian’s shoulder and shouted encouragement.

“Ah, I wanted to fight too!”

Sia clapped her fists together in front of her chest, regretting that she hadn’t been able to join the battle.

“Haaa….”

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed crimson as she panted, her happiness evident at the mere fact that I had awakened.

“Raon….”

Lunan Slion gazed at me with a smile that only those close to him could truly understand—one invisible to ordinary eyes.

“Move your body a little. Are you in any pain?”

Sylvia clasped her hands together, concerned only with my physical condition, indifferent to whether I had slain the Archangel or Derus Robert.

“Mm….”

I listened to Sylvia’s words and slowly moved my body. Though not fully recovered, with soreness scattered throughout, there were no severe injuries or lingering aftereffects.

“I’m fine. These are just wounds that will heal quickly.”

I assured her I was unharmed and rolled my shoulders with strength.

“Thank goodness….”

Sylvia exhaled a long breath as relief finally washed over her, and she sank to the ground where she stood.

“It’s amazing how you’re still in one piece after fighting like that.”
“Is that guy’s body made of steel or something?”

Burren and Martha marveled at my body’s resilience, how I endured even when fighting until the brink of death, and let out whistles of amazement.

“He’s always been like that, hasn’t he?”

Dorian shook his head, recalling how I had suffered severe injuries at Habun Castle yet went straight into battle the next day.

“Looking at it now, our lord’s real talent seems to be his body rather than his swordsmanship. The Steel King, I’d say.”

Crain gave a thumbs up, declaring that my physical durability surpassed everyone on the Continent, even more so than my swordsmanship.

“That’s because of me! My body’s toughness is second to none! Back in the day, I got buried under a pile of rocks….”

Edgar seized the opportunity to boast about himself and jumped in.

“This was before I learned Aura, but I only got scrapes, and barely bled at all. My son’s durability comes from me….”
“Please, just let the kids play!”

Sylvia kicked Edgar with her veins bulging visibly on her forehead.

“Gack!”

Edgar crumpled to the ground with Sylvia’s foot planted firmly in his mouth.

“Hehe, take your time and play.”

Sylvia flashed a bright smile, completely at odds with her vicious kick, then dragged the unconscious Edgar outside.

“Sigh, there they go again.”

Sia let out a long sigh, hands on her hips, as if she’d grown tired of this routine.

“Why? It’s nice.”

I watched the adorable quarrel between Sylvia and Edgar—like a scene from a play—and let out a soft laugh.

‘This place really is where my heart finds peace.’

The Annex Building was the place where I could be most comfortable in my current state. As I gazed upon the sight I had yearned for during more than a month of undercover operations, a smile bloomed across my face unbidden.

-Even the True Demon King missed home!

Wrath nodded vigorously, as if sharing the same sentiment.

‘You too, it seems….’
-Home-cooked meals! Nothing fancy, but such delicious home-cooked meals—I yearned for them so desperately!

Unlike me, he seemed to have missed only the food, drool trickling from the corners of his mouth.

-The meals in the Celestial Realm were pleasant enough, but they lacked that essential seasoning called sincerity! The True Demon King finds home-cooked meals to be the finest!

Wrath smacked his lips, declaring that the Annex Building’s meals never grew tiresome no matter how often he ate them.

-You look perfectly fine, so get up quickly and eat something!

Wrath furrowed his brow, lamenting that he had nearly perished from hunger while I lay unconscious.

‘Even the Demon Realm has its troubles, it seems.’

I chuckled softly as Raon clutched his belly, complaining of hunger.

‘This is what a Demon Lord is like.’

During the battle with Derus Robert, he had supported me from behind like an adult who had experienced far more than I had, yet now he was no different from a child throwing a tantrum over food. Truly, this Demon Lord was amusing.

“Raon.”

Lectar called my name in a low voice.

“Thanks to you, Derus Robert and his forces have vanished, and the tide of war has shifted decisively in favor of the Five Emperors.”

He spoke of the current state of affairs, his chin tilting slightly downward.

‘Derus Robert.’

I narrowed my eyes as I recalled the face of Derus Robert, frozen in shock at that final moment.

‘Did he really die?’

I naturally assumed he was dead, but given how ghostlike that man was, a part of me felt uneasy.
However, in a situation like this, breaking the mood seemed inappropriate, so I simply nodded calmly.

“What would you like to do now?”

Lectar’s eyes shone with crystalline clarity, as if he would grant whatever I asked. It seemed he would halt the war if I commanded it, and if I ordered him to begin one, he would somehow find the hidden Eden.

“What I’d like to do…”

I reached out and grasped the Heavenly Sword resting on the table.

“That’s already decided, of course.”

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Whoooosh!

After dismissing everyone, I went to the Lake Behind the Annex and began swinging my sword.
Though not much time had passed, it felt like ages since I’d held a blade, and something thrilled within me.

-This crazy bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth and struck my shoulder.

-If you’re a patient, you should be asking for a feast! Why are you swinging a sword?!

He couldn’t comprehend it at all, his blue face flushing red with frustration.

‘I want to confirm something.’

I felt the Heavenly Sword cling to my palm as if my arm had extended, and a smile played at my lips.

‘How much I’ve grown.’

After the Ring of Fire reached the realm of the Ten Stars, events had unfolded so rapidly that I couldn’t even gauge my own power level anymore.

I had grown further through Glen’s Heart Sword, and gained another enlightenment by cutting down Derus Robert, so I wanted to properly assess my strength.

-A true sword fanatic, I see….

Wrath shook his head with genuine exasperation.

-If you wish to verify your own strength, first check the rewards I’ve stripped from my true body.

He waved his hand dismissively, as if he’d given up entirely on me.

‘No, right now I want to feel what I’ve earned through my own efforts first.’

I shook my head firmly.

‘Only after I understand what I’m capable of can I truly accept what others offer me.’

I had already achieved rapid growth, and my body, mind, and aura had all transformed significantly. I needed to feel the extent of my own power first.

‘I’ll finish my meal before eating it, so bear with me a little longer.’

I asked Wrath for his understanding, then resumed swinging my blade.

-Tch, do as you please!

Wrath clicked his tongue harshly and turned away.

-I can’t even bring myself to hate you, that’s the problem.

Even though I always wanted to resent him for taking what was mine, watching him focus so intently on the sword made me proud of him as both a friend and a fellow cultivator building strength alongside me.

Whoooosh.

With Wrath’s permission granted, I elevated my concentration further and unleashed all the sword techniques I was cultivating.
Thanks to the expanded ten rings of fire, I could feel the profound growth in each technique’s mastery.
It wasn’t merely that my blade had grown stronger—each individual sword technique had developed significantly in its own essence.

‘My soul sword is no exception.’

With my soul’s rank elevated and my sword techniques refined, even my previously short soul sword had lengthened to nearly match a longsword.

‘But more than its length, its sharpness has deepened far more.’

The Heart Sword of old had been blunt, as if its edge had never been honed, but the Heart Sword now materializing before my eyes revealed a sharpness that could cleave any soul merely by touching it.

‘At this level of power now….’

The Heavenly Demon who ruled Eden, the Previous Holy Sword Master Darkan, the North Destruction King Glen Zigheart. Unless I faced one of these three, I would not lose to anyone.

‘To anyone….’

I recalled the renowned powerhouses and my eyes narrowed slightly.

‘Derus Robert.’

I had completed my revenge against him, yet it felt strangely unsatisfying.

When I cut down Derus Robert and witnessed his shock, the satisfaction had been unparalleled. But now that everything was finished, I felt no great emotion.

‘It could be because I’ve matured, or perhaps revenge is simply like this, or perhaps….’

It could be because he hasn’t truly died.

I hadn’t mentioned it to others, but Derus Robert’s soul had been so vast and thick that even after being cleaved by me and enduring that magnificent explosion, he might have survived. An uneasy thought gnawed at me.

‘Ah, there might be one more dangerous existence.’

Eyes with inverted black and white.

The Strange Being with inverted eyes—the one who had forced the first Zigheart Head of House to remain vigilant even after slaying the Destruction Dragon. That existence called Anima still remained.

‘It hasn’t revealed itself yet, but….’

It must exist somewhere on this Continent.

The first Zigheart Head of House had always shown me scenes that would benefit me. There was no way he would have shown me confronting Anima without purpose.

‘I cannot afford to let my guard down in the future.’

Even if Derus Robert were dead, Eden led by the Heavenly Demon remained, and the Archangels were surely hiding somewhere, plotting for the future.
I wanted to continue growing and protect those around me.

‘Then let me try a bit more.’

I was about to lift the Heavenly Sword again to unfold an even more perfect blade when Glen descended over the rippling waters of the lake.

“You draw your sword the moment you awaken?”

As his feet touched the surface, the intensely undulating waves of water settled into tranquility like solid ground.

“Ah, well…”
“That is the way of the swordsman. You have learned well.”

I scratched my head, attempting to offer an excuse, but Glen—contrary to my expectations—let out a faint laugh, saying I was doing splendidly.

“You have achieved tremendous growth through this war, so naturally you would wish to verify your own strength. It is only fitting.”

Glen nodded broadly as if he had read every thought in my mind.

-Fitting my foot! That’s something only you two bloodlines do!

Wrath cried out, insisting it was anything but natural.

“You are right. Thanks to Grandfather, I have come to understand much, and I wished to verify it properly.”

I ignored Wrath and offered Glen a smile that mirrored his own.

“And the result?”

Glen tilted his chin slightly, prompting me to speak of what had changed.

“Now at last…”

I raised the Heavenly Sword and held it upright before my chest.

“I have gained confidence in my own blade.”

A declaration made before Glen Zigheart, the mightiest swordsman on earth. It might seem arrogant to some, but on me, such unwavering conviction sat perfectly.

“I see.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if he understood everything from Raon’s single remark.

“You possess the skill to deserve such recognition. I have no choice but to acknowledge it now.”

He smiled faintly, acknowledging Raon just as he had Wrath.

“Yes. In the war against Eden, I will do my utmost to….”
“No, you need not involve yourself.”

Glen slowly waved his hand and gazed upward at the sky.

“I have resolved to settle the matter with the Heavenly Demon in a life-or-death confrontation.”

His eyes blazed with fierce crimson light, as if he would set the dark night sky of Zigheart ablaze.

“On that day, I shall display the blade not of a grandfather, but of the Head of House Zigheart.”

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