The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 645

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Chapter 645

“It’s embarrassing to say it myself, but… is it really alright to let him go like this?”

Serena bit her lip slightly as she watched Lectar, who had already grown distant.
As the Organization Master of Zigheart, she clearly didn’t approve of letting a Holy Sword Association executive leave unscathed.

“Unfortunately, that old man is stronger than me.”

Aris waved her hand lightly toward Serena, frankly acknowledging her own lack of martial prowess.

“Besides, there might still be a transcendent who attacked Raon lurking around. We have plenty of wounded on our side—there’s no point in creating more casualties for nothing.”

“Sigh… I apologize. It seems the blood hasn’t drained from my head yet.”

Serena exhaled deeply and shook her head. Her gaze trembled faintly as she examined her own wounds.

“It’s fine. These things happen.”

Aris gently stroked Serena’s head in understanding.

“Wow, people really do change.”

Rimer exhaled a long breath of amazement as he watched Aris.

“Zigheart’s greatest troublemaker saying things like that…”
“Want to die?”

Aris’s expression twisted into something demonic as she looked at Rimer, as if her smile had never existed.

“I’m glad everything ended without major incident.”

Burren sat down on the ground, catching his breath.

“I didn’t even have the strength to stand anymore.”
“What a pathetic commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”

Martha looked down at Burren and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Demon woman. Stop shaking your leg.”

Lunan pressed his finger firmly against Martha’s leg.

“Argh! You absolute lunatic!”

Martha lunged toward Lunan, but her legs gave out and she collapsed.

The Gwangpung Corps watched Lunan and Martha bickering, and for the first time in a while, smiles bloomed across their faces.

But I wasn’t watching them—I clenched my fists as I followed the direction Lectar had vanished.

‘So there really was something going on.’

If Mustan was moving for my sake, then Lectar, who followed him, was essentially acting to help me as well.

And I wasn’t defending Lectar based solely on Mustan’s reaction.

When we met at the Rakion Family and even today, if Lectar had wanted a full-scale battle, it would have erupted—yet he yielded both times without hesitation.

If combat had broken out, the Holy Sword Association would have suffered losses, but we, exhausted as we were, would have been annihilated. Yet he turned his back without the slightest regret.
For someone from the Oma, especially one of the Holy Sword Association obsessed with the blade, such behavior was strange.

‘Now I understand everything.’

I didn’t know the exact circumstances, but it was clear that Lectar was being forcibly bound by the Holy Sword Master.

-How curious that you rely on sentiment, of all things.

Wrath grabbed his head with a bloated hand and exhaled a murky breath.

-You might be disappointed if you place your hopes on such things.
‘I’m not relying on sentiment—I’m thinking rationally.’
-Fine then. Let’s rationally go eat something quickly. Cough!

He spoke in a voice drained of all energy, then let out a dry cough. He looked utterly exhausted, his very vitality seeming to have shriveled significantly.

‘Right. Let’s eat first.’
-Huh? What’s gotten into you?
‘What do you mean, what’s gotten into me.’

I reached out and stroked Wrath’s swaying tail, shaking my head. Since he’d helped me tremendously, I wanted to grant him what he desired first.

‘Though we’ll have a home-cooked meal a bit later.’
-Hmm? Where are you going?’
‘Well…’

Just as I was about to answer, Rimer stepped forward with a clap of his hands.

“Kaiyan is guarding the inside of the Tomb. Let’s tidy up here first, then head back to Zigheart.”
“There’s somewhere we need to go before that.”

I shook my head and pulled out a broken sword and staff from my spatial pouch.

“Somewhere to go? Ah…”

The moment Rimer saw the broken sword and staff, he nodded heavily.

“That’s right. We do need to go there.”

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Lectar sent his subordinates to the Holy Sword Association and climbed alone up the mountain on the opposite side of the Sword Master’s Tomb.

Normally, he should have returned to Rion with them, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave until he knew who had attacked Raon.

Lectar stood at the mountain midpoint where the attacker appeared to have been and surveyed the area.

‘This must be it.’

There were no footprints, no signs of trampled vegetation, and the mana flow showed no distortion, yet the attacker had undoubtedly unleashed a black blade from this very spot.

Lectar dropped to one knee, his brow furrowing as he meticulously examined the ground.

‘Who could this be?’

I’d traveled the entire Continent and encountered every renowned master, yet I couldn’t recall a single warrior capable of unleashing such a blade strike from this distance.

‘The Divine Continent Five Regions aren’t capable of this.’

I knew Heekyuk Je was concealing her true strength, but even if she revealed her full power, it seemed unlikely she could demonstrate such devastating force.

‘There’s no one like this among the Six Emperors Five Demons.’

I was affiliated with Oma, but because I lived neutrally, I met all the leaders of the Six Emperors.

They possessed the strength to launch an attack, but they had neither the reason nor the ability to do so.

The same applied to the Five Demons.
Even the enigmatic Tacheon, the White Blood Cult Master who’d lived for centuries, or the Black Tower Master who embodied darkness itself—none could project an aura infused with the intent of death like this.

I’d never encountered the Heavenly Demon, but the notion that he would come here and ambush Raon made even less sense.

‘The real problem is…’

This bastard was holding back his true power.

The aura flow in this place hadn’t shifted even slightly, which meant the one who’d attacked Raon hadn’t used his full strength—he’d restrained himself considerably. Cold sweat trickled down my spine.

‘A completely unknown third party?’

My teeth ground together. A transcendent being who should rank among the very highest was targeting Raon—and suddenly, I was far more curious about why this attacker had chosen Raon as his prey than about his identity.

“Master.”

As I gripped my head, wrestling with anxiety and tension, Mustan climbed up from below.

“Have you found any traces of him?”
“Nothing visible.”

Lectar exhaled deeply and shook his head.

“Not an assassin, yet not a single trace left behind.”
“A dangerous one, indeed.”
“Yes.”

The way Mustan had erased every trace in such a brief moment suggested this wasn’t something done once or twice—it was a practiced art.
The enemy might not be a single individual, but an entire organization.

“I’ll search as well.”

Mustan lowered his head and examined the ground and thickets with the deliberate patience of a tortoise.

“Mustan.”

Lectar watched his disciple’s efforts and offered a faint smile.

“You spoke so earnestly of wanting to see Raon, yet you endured without rushing to him. I’m grateful.”
“This is the path that serves Raon best, is it not?”

Mustan met his master’s gaze and nodded. His eyes were clear—not a trace of the jealousy and suspicion that once consumed him remained.

“You’ve ascended even higher than when we last met. Simply witnessing that was enough for me.”

He smiled without reservation, as if that sufficed.

“You too have undergone as much transformation as that boy. Believe in your own potential.”

Lectar gently patted Mustan’s shoulder.

Mustan lowered his eyes slightly in gratitude.

“I’ll postpone returning to Rion for now. I won’t find peace unless I uncover even the smallest trace of this man.”
“The Rion Lord must be waiting, though. I wonder if it will be acceptable.”
“It will be. If I speak of an aura bearing death itself, he’ll show interest beyond even the Sword Master’s Legacy.”

Lectar furrowed his brow with certainty, as if reading the Rion Lord’s thoughts.

“But are you truly certain about this?”

He clicked his tongue briefly while regarding Mustan.

“As I’ve said before, there is no exit at the end of my path. It’s not too late even now….”
“No.”

Mustan shook his head with unwavering resolve.

“You became the pillar I could lean upon, Master, and Raon became the rope that allowed me to reach that pillar. For both of you, I would accept any fate.”

He smiled, declaring that his heart would not waver from this conviction.

“Very well.”

Lectar nodded calmly, his gaze unchanged from before. His eyes had always carried the same affection—the warmth of a master supporting his disciple.

“Then let us go.”
“Yes, Master.”

Master and disciple walked forward together, their shoulders aligned.

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I stood in the Royal Capital of Valcar Kingdom and lifted my gaze upward.

‘It’s certainly different from Owen.’

Unlike the Owen Kingdom, which had radiated a blade-like intensity, this city was suffused with an intellectual and mysterious quality throughout.

Even the architecture differed. Most buildings towered like spires, their forms steeped in antiquity. The entire Royal Capital felt like an immense library.

The appearance of the people was equally distinctive. They carried thick tomes in their hands and wore robes of every conceivable color. All of them appeared to be mages.

“Are all of these people mages?”

Burren exhaled softly as he observed the passing crowds.

“It’s the Kingdom of Magic, so of course they are.”

Martha struck Burren’s shoulder and narrowed her eyes.

“It’s because this is the Royal Capital.”

Kurman, a disciple of Raystel Barfil, approached and shook his head.

“If other cities had this many mages, we would have conquered the Continent. It’s a shame.”

He threw out a light jest as if to dispel the heavy atmosphere, then headed toward the inner castle.

“….”

I understood Kurman’s heart, so I said nothing and followed behind him.

Thud.

A middle-aged guardian knight standing before the inner castle stamped his foot upon seeing Kurman and lifted his gaze.

“Kurman. You’ve returned.”
“It’s been a while, Lucan.”

Kurman smiled faintly and bowed his head.

“You’ve worked hard. But where is Lord Barfil….”
“….”

Kurman bit his lip without answering. His complexion darkened abruptly.

“Mm….”

The guardian knight read the atmosphere between Kurman and those standing behind him, then let out a brief sigh.

“My apologies.”
“No, rather, I’d like to receive permission to enter the inner castle.”

Kurman shook his head and pointed to the Gwangpung Corps behind him.

“These are the Gwangpung Corps of Zigheart who saved us at the Sword Master’s Tomb. They say they have something to discuss regarding this matter, so I’ve come with them. I vouch for their identities with my name.”

He provided proof that allowed the Gwangpung Corps to enter the inner castle.

“I am Raon Zigheart, Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”

Raon stepped forward beside Kurman and bowed respectfully.

“It’s been quite some time.”

The guardian knight swallowed hard the moment his eyes met Raon’s.

“Do you know me?”
“We met before in the Owen Kingdom. Though of course, you’re incomparable to how you were then.”

He exhaled softly, as if bewildered.

“With Kurman’s guarantee and having seen you myself before, there should be no problem. Please, enter.”

As the guardian knight stepped back, the massive gate that had towered toward the heavens shimmered with transparent light before vanishing.
The city gate appeared to have been constructed entirely through magic.

“Thank you.”

Kurman bowed to the guardian knight and resumed leading the way.

The inner castle contained even more mages.

Yet they paid no attention to us, walking briskly toward their destinations as if occupied with pressing matters. It was truly befitting a kingdom of mages.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I surveyed the interior of the royal castle.

‘The inside is quite different from Owen.’

The interior of the Valcar Royal Palace resembled a museum, filled with artifacts of indeterminate purpose.
From everyday items like clothing, shoes, and bracelets to objects of unknown identity, the passages felt cramped from the sheer abundance of items lining them.

Soft illumination emanated throughout the entire royal castle—it seemed designed for mages to read books anywhere they wished.

“This is the Royal Castle where His Majesty resides. I’ll request an audience, though I’m uncertain if he’s currently present.”

Kurman gestured toward the Audience Chamber within and smacked his lips briefly.

“If His Majesty is absent, I would still like to meet with Chamber.”
-She’s here! She’s here!

The moment those words left my mouth, Wrath pointed his finger toward the ceiling.

“Me?”

After Wrath’s voice echoed, a girl’s voice sounded from above my head.
I lifted my gaze, and there was Chamber, Yeongwha’s Grand Mage, grinning down at me while wearing a witch’s hat.

“C-Chamber!”

Kurman let out a startled cry and collapsed to the ground.

-Did you see that?

Wrath placed his hands on his waist and puffed out his chest proudly.

-This time I wasn’t late! Keheheck! Keck!

The creature hadn’t yet recovered from the damage caused by causality, so he coughed dryly, hacking away.

‘…Yeah. You did well.’

Though it meant nothing this time, I praised him generously since he looked like he was suffering.

“You’re Raon, right? I’ve heard the rumors, but you’ve become absurdly strong.”

Chamber nodded, her eyes gleaming with admiration.

“But what’s with this strange combination? Why is that fishy-smelling woman staying quiet?”

She swept her gaze across the Gwangpung Corps, the mages, and Aris.

“I greet Valcar’s Grand Mage.”

Aris bowed respectfully, her posture reflecting the gravity of the situation. She understood instinctively what bearing was required.

“I greet the Grand Mage.”

I bent at the waist beside Aris in deference.

“Hmph. When you suddenly become so formal, it makes me uncomfortable.”

Chamber frowned as she inserted a lollipop into her mouth.

“From the look of things, this isn’t something to discuss here.”

She exhaled sharply and snapped her fingers.

Whoooosh!

In that instant, space warped with a sensation of weightlessness.

The Royal Castle corridor twisted and transformed into a white chamber.
It was an extraordinarily vast space, with dolls and confections scattered throughout like a child’s room.
However, the walls were lined with countless books—far too many to count.
This appeared to be Chamber’s private sanctuary. No one else was present. It seemed only I had been transported here.

“This concerns the Sword Master’s Tomb, doesn’t it?”

Chamber’s voice grew grave. She seemed to already know what I intended to say.

“Tell me.”
“This matter also involves the Owen Kingdom. However, I came first to nearby Valcar….”
“So we’ll need to visit Owen as well?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s handle it all at once.”

She twirled the lollipop and snapped her fingers.

Crack!

With a crisp sound like cracking a walnut, a blue dimensional rift tore open in the air.
Within the shimmering tear lay a middle-aged man with exquisite blonde hair and blue eyes, as if painted by an artist’s hand, grinning as he read a pink book.

“Huh…?”

I stared at the middle-aged man with my mouth agape.

‘Lecross?’

The man before me was Lecross, the king of Owen, bearing the epithet “Silent Sword Saint.”

“Chamber! How many times have I told you not to open dimensions so suddenly… Gasp! Raon?”

Lecross flinched and his shoulders trembled as he caught my gaze.

“Ahem!”

He cleared his throat and rose from his seat, straightening his posture with dignity.

“R-Raon Zigheart. Or should I say, Gwangpung Unit Master now? It’s been a while.”

Lecross had instantly adopted a majestic demeanor, but his initial appearance had been far too shocking for his current composure to carry any weight.

-Did you see the title of the book he was reading? I feel like I’m seeing things right now!

Wrath’s lips trembled with astonishment.

“…I greet you, Silent Sword Saint.”

I ignored Wrath for now and bowed my head to Lecross.

“Y-yes. What brings you here?”
“This one says he has something to tell us both.”

Chamber lightly bit her candy and shook her head. The atmosphere was different from when I’d seen her at the Six Emperors conference. Now it seemed these two were closer than publicly known.

“Something to tell us?”
“Yes. I have matters to report to both of you. I entered the Sword Master’s Tomb this time and…”

I desperately gathered my wits and recounted everything that had happened inside the Sword Master’s Tomb to Chamber and Lecross.

“…And so, thanks to Koman and Raystel, I was able to survive.”

As I spoke, I extended the broken sword and staff forward. My hands trembled without my realizing it.

“So it has come to pass.”

Lecross nodded calmly despite receiving such sudden news.

“A knight is indeed the face of their lord. It seems he didn’t understand that it’s better to tarnish the face than to let it disappear entirely.”

He lowered his head and bit his lip.

“Raystel—that epithet means a solid lightning stem. I gave him that name.”

Chamber removed the candy she’d been holding and narrowed her eyes.

“He wasn’t a mage but a knight-like fellow, so I gave him that name hoping he’d soften a little. Yet he departed in such a manner. A stubborn one, he was.”

She took Barfil’s staff and clicked her tongue.

“Still, he won’t harbor regrets. Thank you for bringing his keepsakes.”

Chamber smiled faintly and nodded. For the first time, she appeared her actual age.

“The sentiment is mutual.”

The Owen King examined the sword Chamber had transported through space, smiling gently.

“Kuzan would take pride in having fought alongside you. I express my gratitude.”

The two conveyed the same sentiment through different smiles.

“I am the one who should be grateful.”

I felt the emotions of Lecross and Chamber deeply and lowered my head once more.

“By the way, it’s quite remarkable that region originally belonged to Zigheart’s Land.”

Lecross stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll acknowledge that Zigheart holds ownership of that land.”
“What gives you the right to acknowledge anything!”

Chamber bit down on her candy again, her brow furrowing in displeasure.

“Owen has nothing to do with that place!”
“Ahem, could you at least play along with the atmosphere….”

Lecross shook his head with evident reluctance.

“However, even if we acknowledge it, whether the people do is another matter entirely. It will take considerable time.”

He continued speaking in a weighty voice, refusing to abandon his attempt at dignity.

“I don’t think so.”

Chamber shook her head firmly, looking directly at Lecross.

“What do you mean by that?”
“Rumors are spreading like wildfire right now.”

She gestured to her ears as if listening to what others were saying.

“A sacred ground of Zigheart where any who enter the forest are compelled to abandon their swords. It’s being called the Sword Relinquishing Ground.”

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