The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 695

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Chapter 695

“How could I possibly fall to the White Blood Cult? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Ogram dismissed the concern outright, pounding his massive fist—large as a cauldron lid—against his own chest.

“Such bluster from an old beast!”

Chamber’s cold words belied the relief evident in her smile.

“Are you unharmed? Seeing you like this, I find myself uncertain where truth ends and deception begins.”

King Lecross tilted his head in confusion, unable to grasp what was transpiring.

“I’m curious too….”

The Tower Master echoed the sentiment and shook the screen once more.

“….”

I paid no attention to the other Emperors, my gaze fixed solely on Derus Robert’s ashen face.

‘He’s panicked.’

While Chamber and King Lecross displayed surprise and joy at Ogram’s return, Derus Robert showed only shock and bewilderment.

My eyes, which had been held on a leash by that man my entire life, could not be deceived. Derus Robert was genuinely alarmed—a rare sight indeed.

‘I need to plant the seed of suspicion in their minds.’

That something was wrong with him.

The leaders of the Six Emperors were too focused on Ogram to notice Derus’s fractured expression.
Now seemed like an opportune moment to redirect their attention.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen the Sword Saint display such a rigid expression. It appears the Beast King’s return has delighted you beyond measure.”

I watched the blue spear gleaming in Derus Robert’s hands and allowed myself a faint smile.
Now that not only the leaders of the Six Emperors but also their subordinates were speaking with joy, there was nothing odd about joining in at this moment.

Moreover, since I had hidden sincerity within the jest, my remark didn’t disrupt the atmosphere that everyone was enjoying.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart’s crimson eyes turned toward the third spear. He seemed to think I wouldn’t have made such a statement without reason, and his gaze quickly swept across Derus Robert’s expression.

“Is that so? This is the first time I’ve seen him make such a face.”
“It is certainly a remarkable occurrence.”

Chamber and King Lecross also narrowed their eyes as they examined Derus Robert’s distorted expression.

“Master of the Gwangpung Corps!”

Denier frowned—a rare occurrence—as if to protest.

“No, sir. You are correct.”

Derus Robert waved his hand lightly and naturally returned to his characteristic benevolent gaze.

“I was simply so overjoyed that Ogram has returned safely that my expression must have become quite unsightly.”

He brought both hands together before him in an apologetic gesture.

“Is my return truly such a source of joy for you?”

Ogram stroked his angular jaw and offered Derus Robert a refreshing smile.
Yet beneath his gentle words, his eyes gleamed with a piercing light.

“In truth, when our youngest heard news of you, Ogram, he came rushing to me insisting it couldn’t be true. I told him it was unlikely, but now I’m delighted to bring him such good news.”

Derus Robert spoke the name of his youngest son, Lepon Robert, and let out a serene laugh.

“Ah, the boy I saw at the Yukhwanghoe gathering.”
“Yes. He possesses tremendous loyalty to the Six Emperors. He’s also quite the devoted admirer of Raon.”

He nodded as if merely thinking of Lepon’s endearing nature brought him joy.

‘Sigh…’

I watched Derus Robert converse with Ogram, exhaling softly.

‘He’s selling out his own son here.’

He’s truly lost his mind.

Derus Robert had only been briefly flustered when his plan fell apart, but he immediately sacrificed his son to divert attention away from himself. Even in a state of lost composure, to think of such a strategy—he was an enemy, yet I couldn’t help but acknowledge his brilliance.
Even in a situation where I’d lost my composure, the fact that he could think like that—I couldn’t help but admit, enemy or not, that it was impressive.

“I nearly committed a grave discourtesy. Fortunately, the Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps has been looking after me.”

Derus Robert slightly bowed his head as if to express his gratitude.

“No, it’s just that you usually laugh a lot, but I noticed your complexion had darkened, so it caught my attention.”

Raon waved his hand dismissively, but emphasized that something was strange about Derus Robert.

“There isn’t a single swordmaster in this world who doesn’t respect the Sword Saint. You always display warmth and respect, after all.”
“There isn’t a swordmaster anywhere in the world who doesn’t respect Cheongeomseong. Haven’t you always shown us laughter and respect?”

He had always said so, but today meant otherwise. This was a battle of words. Raon lifted the corners of his mouth without yielding an inch to Derus Robert.

“The Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps…”

Just as Derus Robert was about to continue speaking, a fourth blue window flashed, and the dark screen was tinted with yellow light.

“Hey everyone…”

In a screen that seemed to glow with the light of sunset, a blonde woman weakly raised her hand.

This woman seemed to be Larian, the final Yukhwang and master of the Magic Tower.
That woman seemed to be Larian, the last of the Six Emperors and the master of the Magic Tower.

“Larian. You’re looking well today.”

Chamber smiled softly as she looked at the Tower Master’s face.

“You certainly look brighter.”

King Lecross nodded in agreement with the same thought.

“Since the Beast King is safe, it seems things have improved….”

Tower Master Larian smiled awkwardly and smoothed down the hair that had fallen below her shoulders.

I exhaled softly as I watched her.

‘She looks well? That?’

She looked like she could drop dead at any moment, yet they were saying her complexion looked good. It was absurd.

“I’m fine….”

Larian raised her hand with difficulty and pointed toward Ogram.

“We should hear the Beast King’s story. Everyone’s curious….”
“That’s true.”

Chamber nodded and turned her gaze toward Ogram.

“Tell us what happened. And don’t give us any nonsense about handling it all alone.”

She snapped her fingers as if urging him to speak quickly.

“I’m curious as well. Please, if you would.”

Derus Robert bowed with his hands clasped together in front of him.
That bastard caused all this, yet here he was displaying such courtesy. I barely suppressed the urge to retch.

“There are certainly things I need to tell you all.”

Ogram exhaled deeply and nodded.

“As that old fool said, I didn’t survive alone. I received help.”
“Who are you calling an old fool!”

I raised my small fist as if to say I’d kill Chamber if she said another word.

“Help? Help from within the White Blood Sect?”

King Lecross ignored Chamber’s words and fixed his gaze solely on Ogram.

“No. I was saved by the swordsmen of North Wind.”

Ogram raised his finger, pointing toward Glen and me.

“North Wind….”
“Zigheart?”
“No, what….”

The leaders and executives of the Six Emperors widened their eyes as if they hadn’t anticipated this at all.

“To explain from the beginning, I heard that the Chiran Tribe was being attacked by the White Blood Cult Master, so I went there alone. Just as reported, the White Blood Cult Master was conducting a massacre, and I lost my mind, driving her to the brink of death. When I was about to sever her final breath, I received an unexpected ambush. It was a swordsman of the Black Sword who wielded the aura of death….”

Ogram explained everything that had happened to him to all of the Six Emperors, despite the shame of it.

As I listened to Ogram’s words, I watched only Derus Robert. Perhaps because he had made a mistake once before, he kept his mask pressed firmly in place, revealing no expression. He was a relentless one.

“…and so I was able to return to the Beast Alliance.”

After finishing his explanation, Ogram lightly brushed off his hands.

“Without Glen, the executives of Zigheart, and Raon, I wouldn’t be here.”

He furrowed his brow, saying he would still be trapped in the White Blood Sect or dead.

“Raon. How did you find traces of that old man?”

Chamber asked with an incredulous laugh.

“It was thanks to Heavenly Sword.”

I raised my finger and drew out the aura of Heavenly Sword.

“Thanks to the aura of Heavenly Sword that Ogram left behind, I was able to find the traces.”

Since information about the Heavenly Sword had already been revealed, I told them the truth.

“Even if you’ve learned the Heavenly Sword, your mastery must still be shallow, no?”

King Lecross wrinkled the bridge of his nose, clearly unable to comprehend.

“Yes. I’m still inexperienced, so I’ve only reached six stars. I was fortunate.”
“S-six stars?”

His eyes widened as if he’d misheard.

“You’ve only been learning for less than a year, and you’ve already reached six stars?”
“That’s impossible….”

King Lecross and Chamber stared at me, their lips trembling.

“Right? I was shocked too.”

Ogram chuckled, saying it was hard to believe.

“That boy is a monster. He shouldn’t be confined to Zigheart—he should be playing on the Continent.”
“I’ll admit that. Even if he learned magic, he has the potential to become the youngest Arch Mage.”
“Really?”

Larian turned to look at me and took a deep breath.

“Yes. If I had seen Raon first, I would have taken him by force, even if it meant a life-or-death struggle with Glen.”

Chamber clicked her tongue long, lamenting what could have been.

“He would have been extraordinary even as a knight. There isn’t a single warrior in this age with such a knightly path.”

King Lecross nodded as if he found me admirable.

“Cough, cough!”

Every time the leaders of the Six Emperors praised me, Glen’s lips trembled slightly. Before long, he covered half his face with his hand and let out nothing but dry coughs. He looked both pained and immensely pleased.

“Hearing his grandson praised by transcendents has left him unable to compose himself.”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as if she found it absurd.

“Hehe, well, praise from those two certainly warrants such a reaction.”

Roen too displayed a radiant smile whenever he heard Raon’s compliments.

“Ogram. How is your condition? You were exposed to the aura of death and drained of blood—you must be in terrible shape….”

Derus Robert feigned concern for Ogram while probing for the most crucial information. He sought to extract details about how the man had restored the severed connection between soul and body.

“When I came to, the death aura and blood vitality had vanished entirely. But since I was unconscious the whole time, I have no idea how it happened.”

Ogram shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze toward Glen and Raon.

“I did it.”

Glen waved his hand with solemn finality, his noble dignity radiating as though his lips had never twitched.

….

I was startled, but said nothing and simply gazed at Glen.

‘He’s thinking of me.’

Glen seemed to believe there was a swordmaster spy among the Yukhwang executives participating in this conference who wielded the aura of death, so he was concealing me.
Understanding his intentions, I chose not to step forward.

“I see. Truly remarkable, as expected.”

Derus Robert smoothed the back of his hand and smiled slyly.

“Having the Brain God in the Yukhwang is undoubtedly a blessing for all of us.”

He nodded emphatically as if genuinely relieved.

“But about that death aura…”

Chamber raised a finger.

“The one you brought before….”
“Yes, that’s correct.”

I nodded firmly while meeting Chamber’s gaze.

“It’s the same one who attacked me in front of Sword Master’s Tomb.”

I held the blade of the Heavenly Sword and looked toward all the leaders of the Six Emperors.

“It seems the swordmaster wielding the aura of death is targeting the Six Emperors.”

I delivered the warning to everyone with conviction. It was no exaggeration to say I had participated in this meeting primarily to convey this message.

“Indeed. A very dangerous opponent. Do not let your guard down under any circumstances.”

Ogram clenched his teeth, saying he couldn’t guarantee victory even in a one-on-one fight against such an opponent.

“Information worth more than gold.”

King Lecross exhaled a short sigh.

“Thank you. The Gwangpung Corps Master has done us a tremendous service.”

He gazed at me and performed a sword salute, raising his blade.

“Both grandfather and grandson are quite impressive. Annoyingly so.”

Chamber’s words contradicted her expression as she offered me a warm smile.

“Cough, cough!”
“That’s right! That boy’s got some skill!”

Glen and Ogram nodded in agreement, then immediately glared at each other and furrowed their brows.

“Hey, old beast. How’s your condition? Can you fight?”
“A foolish question. I could crush you right now without breaking a sweat.”

Ogram snorted dismissively, telling him to ask something worth asking.

“Your crude response confirms it’s genuine, then.”

Chamber chuckled softly and nodded.

“Of course it’s real. And there’s one more thing I should mention. That bastard knows my nature well. Everyone, stay vigilant.”

Ogram twisted his mouth as he subtly suggested there might be spies lurking nearby.

“We’ll keep that in mind.”

Derus Robert nodded with a grave expression, as if expressing gratitude.

“Getting back to what I was saying—Raon’s talent is extraordinary. Even comparing him to me, he’s overwhelmingly superior. None of us ever reached his level at that age.”

Ogram finished his warning about the swordmaster wielding death’s aura, then immediately resumed praising Raon.

“That’s certainly true.”
“I believe the Gwangpung Corps Master’s true talent isn’t martial arts, but his character. Such integrity is rare—he’s truly a model for all knights.”
“Mmm…”

Chamber and King Lecross nodded in agreement, while Larian gazed at Raon with sparkling eyes.

“Ahem! I wouldn’t say I’m the greatest of all ages!”
“No one said you were the greatest of all ages.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat, selectively hearing only what he wished. The Yukhwanghoe, which had begun so gravely, had become a cheerful praise session for Raon.

I nodded calmly with my eyes half-closed.

‘It’s all done.’

Ogram had demonstrated his vitality, warned all Six Emperors about the swordmaster wielding death’s aura and the spy, and created a situation where Derus Robert had no choice but to target me.

Having accomplished everything I’d set out to do when I first attended the Yukhwanghoe, I naturally smiled.

“…I see.”

Derus Robert laughed along with the others, but his lips curled slightly inward.

I clenched my fists as I watched Derus Robert’s lips thin into a tight line.

‘His thoughts are written all over his face.’

He’s on the verge of exploding from frustration.
When Derus Robert compressed his lips inward like that, it meant only one thing—he was genuinely furious.
On the surface, he maintained his composure, but beneath it, his rage churned like molten lava ready to erupt.

‘He can’t afford to lose his temper now.’

I lifted the corners of my mouth as I observed the distortion creeping across Derus’s expression.

‘Because the real game starts now.’

The day your mask shatters isn’t far away.

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