The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 728

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Chapter 728

Glen’s hand trembled as it rested upon the armrest of the Jade Throne.

‘Derus Robert…’

Derus Robert stood among the highest echelon of the Six Emperors Five Demons.
His martial prowess rivaled even the Holy Sword Master’s Order, making him a possible candidate for the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior, yet he possessed an ironclad alibi.

‘Derus remaining at the Family Estate has been confirmed by Chamber, the Tower Master, and King Lecross alike.’

According to the Tower Master’s account, Derus had not escaped the video magic surveillance for even a single moment.
Unless he employed a doppelgänger technique, it would be impossible for him to become the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

‘Yet suspicion lingers regardless.’

Whenever I locked eyes with Derus Robert, an inexplicable chill would creep down my spine.
Though his gaze shone with a benevolence unmatched by others, it carried a sinister edge—as though a blade pressed against my throat.

Eyes were the gateway to the heart and the threshold of the soul; perhaps Derus’s true nature was not virtue, but malevolence.

‘Yet…’

Suspicion alone yields no evidence.

Derus was a man of absolute perfection—his strength, his character, his lineage all flawless.

Even with the surge in Zigheart’s favor thanks to me, we could not rival the Robert Family’s public standing.
A careless move would ignite a war of unprecedented scale, far beyond the Nambuk Alliance conflict.

“R-Raon…”

Sheryl’s eyes widened in shock at my words.

“Derus Robert? Do you understand what it means to speak that name?”

Her lips trembled as disbelief washed over her.

“Raon, young master. Are you certain of this?”

Roen, like Sheryl, couldn’t close his gaping mouth, unable to accept the situation.

“Do you have proof?”

Glen Zigheart, unlike Sheryl and Roen, tilted his chin with a composed expression.

“I do.”

I nodded, meeting Glen Zigheart’s quiet, unwavering gaze.

“Do you remember the incident when the Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master attacked the Divine Continent Five Regions?”
“How could I forget? You would have vanished without a trace.”

Glen Zigheart answered calmly without pressing further, despite broaching a matter unrelated to Derus Robert.

“During my escape from that place, I was attacked twice. The first was a disciple of the Holy Sword Master….”
“I know. You said they were assassins, didn’t you?”
“Yes. But not ordinary assassins—they were suicide assassins who threw themselves to detonate. They were products of necromancy called Zombie Assassins.”
“Necromancy…?”

His eyes widened with shock at hearing something unfamiliar for the first time.

“I captured the master controlling the Zombie Assassins and obtained information about the factory where these creatures were made. Since I couldn’t go at that time, I searched for the factory on my way back after capturing Kaibhar. With the Black Market’s assistance, I destroyed the Zombie Assassin Factory.”

I recounted everything about destroying the Zombie Assassin Factory.

“I thought the true owner of the factory might come looking for it, so I waited at the Village Outskirts. That’s when someone I could never have imagined appeared.”
“Surely not….”

Glen Zigheart trembled slightly as he asked.

“Yes. It was Derus Robert. He seemed enraged by the factory’s destruction and mercilessly killed his subordinates before removing his blood-soaked gloves….”

I swallowed dryly and raised my voice.

“On the back of his hand was a scar identical to that of the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.”

I clenched my fist as I spoke of a wound so unmistakable it could never be forgotten.

“Wait, just a moment!”

Sheryl couldn’t hold back and burst forward.

“You said the Black Market Master’s subordinates were at that location. So why would you hide that information…?”
“Denzel and the agents didn’t know he was Derus Robert. He was wearing a mask and didn’t use his aura.”
“Then how did you know?”
“My ability to read others’ mana and temperament is developed beyond my combat prowess. Since I met Derus directly at the Yukhwanghoe, I could recognize him immediately.”

I steadied my ragged breathing and lifted my head.

“I thought that revealing Derus’s identity in that place could endanger both Denzel and the Black Market, so I stayed silent.”

After explaining everything, I observed Glen, Sheryl, and Roen. The three of them stared at me with wavering eyes, as if they’d lost all words to speak.

-That’s all a lie, isn’t it!

Wrath shook his head, crying out that it was all nonsense.

‘That’s right. It’s a lie. But not entirely.’

Half of what I told Glen was a lie.
It’s true that Derus came to the Zombie Assassin Factory, but he never revealed his identity, and he never removed his gloves.

It’s a lie that would be exposed immediately if I compared notes with Derus, but it doesn’t matter. Because the one truth was that I could expose his identity.

“The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior possessed regenerative power greater than a troll’s, yet he couldn’t erase the wound on the back of his hand. Everyone at that location saw it, so if I can just expose that scar, revealing his identity will be simple.”

I knelt down, asking them to believe me.

“Raon.”

Glen called me by my name, not by my title as commander of the Gwangpung Corps.

“Yes, Head of House.”

I slowly lifted my gaze and grasped my trembling wrist.

‘This is where it truly begins.’

From this point forward, Glen, Sheryl, and Roen would pose questions as sharp as blades.
I had to resolve all their doubts to bring this matter to the surface.

But Glen’s words were entirely different from what I had anticipated.

“That must have been difficult….”

Glen furrowed his brow deeply and bit his lip.

“Pardon?”

I blinked blankly. The words were so far removed from my expectations that I couldn’t muster an appropriate response. My mind felt utterly vacant.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I should have informed you beforehand….”
“No. It’s fine.”

I attempted an apology, but Glen cut me off decisively, as if it were unnecessary.

“For now, I need to inform the others as well, so I’ll call you again this evening.”

Glen waved his hand, gesturing for me to leave.

“Ah, yes….”

I glanced at Sheryl and Roen, then exited the Audience Chamber with slumped shoulders.

Clang.

The iron doors of the Audience Chamber closed with a colder sound than ever before.

“Sigh….”

Sheryl clutched her forehead as if struck by a headache and exhaled a long breath.

“It’s surprising enough that Derus is the one wearing the dragon helmet, but I find Raon even more astonishing.”

She gazed at the spot where I had been standing and bit her lip.

“I don’t understand how you’ve kept something so terrifying hidden until now.”
“I feel the same way.”

Roen nodded, his expression hardening.

“My hands won’t stop trembling. It’s remarkable that you’ve endured this alone until now.”

He lowered his gaze, as if acknowledging that my mental fortitude surpassed his own.

“….”

Glen Zigheart’s shoulders trembled as he reduced the armrest of the Jade Throne to dust.

‘I can’t even imagine how much that young one must have suffered.’

Derus Robert commands the greatest power on this Continent.
It was only natural that I couldn’t speak carelessly. As I thought of my grandson, who must have agonized alone in silence, my heart felt as though it were being torn apart.

‘He didn’t have to inherit this trait from Sylvia….’

Why was his consideration so profound?

It would have been better if he’d simply reported it immediately, but Raon was far too virtuous and thoughtful.
The fact that he’d kept silent until he could gather certain information before speaking now made it clear he hadn’t wanted to burden anyone else.

‘And besides….’

Glen Zigheart buried his face in his hands.

‘He must not have trusted me.’

I’d only ever shown him a harsh face and pushed him away, so it was only natural he wouldn’t confide in me.
My heart felt as though it were being squeezed by wire at the regret of not having approached him sooner.

‘I’m truly sorry.’

I bowed my head, offering an apology to Raon, who wasn’t present.

‘But I will handle this matter thoroughly.’

Glen steeled his resolve and extended his hand toward Roen.

“Connect me with Chamber through video magic.”
“Understood.”

Roen lifted his bowed head and conjured a blue window at the center of the Audience Chamber.

[What’s going on at this hour?]

Chamber, who had been licking a lollipop, lifted her oversized witch hat.

“Is anyone around you?”
[Yeah. There are some kids here.]

Chamber gestured toward the mages in her chamber as if telling them to greet him.

“I need to speak with you.”
[What? Are you confessing something?]

She chuckled softly while dismissing all the mages from the room.

[They’re all gone now, so speak up. What is it?]

Chamber extended her hand with curiosity.

“Everything I’m about to tell you is the absolute truth.”

Glen bit his lips until they bled, vowing to bring down not just Derus Robert, but the entire Robert Family itself.

‘Raon. I’m risking my life as well.’

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Raon stepped out of the Patriarch’s Hall, tilting his head in confusion.

‘What on earth is this?’

There were several holes in what I had told Glen just moments ago.
I had deliberately created those gaps and prepared answers for them, but I never expected him to show no reaction whatsoever.

‘The Head of House couldn’t possibly be unaware of this.’

Glen Zigheart possessed an iron heart that remained unshaken even while fighting three of the Five Demons. There was no reason he would be flustered if the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior turned out to be Derus Robert, yet I couldn’t fathom why he simply let me go.

-Why is that old man acting like this?

Wrath furrowed his brow, equally bewildered.

‘I’m not entirely sure either.’

I nodded at Wrath’s words and exhaled slowly.

‘The situation resolved well, yet I find myself more worried now.’

There seemed to be a vast chasm between the Glen Zigheart I had come to know and the real Glen Zigheart.

I made my way to the Training Ground to clear my muddled thoughts. I intended to practice until Glen found me again.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, the sound of a blade cutting through the air reached my ears.

‘Martha?’

The one wielding a sword in the Training Ground was Martha. Her entire body glistened with sweat, suggesting she had been training for quite some time.

“You’re training even on your day off?”

I approached Martha and raised my hand in greeting.

“If I stay still, I feel like I’ll die.”

Martha lowered her sword and exhaled heavily.

“You feel like you’ll die?”
“Yes. It’s as if my mother is crying out for help, so I can’t bring myself to rest.”

She trembled as she gripped her sword, grinding her teeth.

“….”

I watched Martha swing her blade again, my brows furrowing deeply.

‘Her suffering must be far greater than mine.’

My pain would end with avenging myself against Derus Robert, but Martha’s burden extended beyond capturing the White Blood Cult Master—she also had to rescue her mother from the Cult Master’s captivity.

Everyone carried some sorrow, but the heavens seemed to have bestowed upon Martha a suffering that rivaled none other.

-The creatures of the heavens are vile and filthy wretches!

Wrath snorted, refusing to even speak of the Celestials and gods.

‘Still, there is one consolation….’

She was learning to control her rage.

Martha no longer unleashed her fury in an uncontrolled rampage as she once had; instead, she focused on what she could accomplish with her own strength. Even now, her martial prowess continued to grow.
Even now, her power continued to grow.

Martha.

Raon shook off the black dragon robe and beckoned Martha with his finger.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call. Perfect timing.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to call me, and now you’re here—perfect timing.”

Martha turned her body toward me with her brows furrowed. She also understood that sparring was connected to faster growth.

“Bear with it even if it hurts.”

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword without any intention of showing mercy. He wielded the blade that divided death and summoned the flames of Manhwagong above it.

“I’ve endured pain my whole life!”

Martha rushed at her with clenched teeth, as if telling her to come at her all she wanted.

Whoooosh!

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After finishing my sparring match with Martha, I returned to the Patriarch’s Hall under Roen’s guidance.

Upon entering the Audience Chamber, four blue windows materialized before me, displaying the faces of the Six Emperors’ leaders.
Naturally, Derus Robert’s face was nowhere to be seen.

[You’re quite late, protagonist.]

Chamber waved her hand as if greeting an old acquaintance.

[Raon. You must have… endured quite a lot.]

Ogram furrowed his brow and released a deep sigh.

[You are a man who transcends even the word ‘knight’.]

King Lecross nodded approvingly with great emphasis.

[Ugh, if it were me, I would have spilled everything long ago and found peace.]

The Tower Master trembled within his robe, revealing only his eyes.

“….”

Glen stood from the Jade Throne with his eyes closed.

From the situation, it seemed Glen had already heard the circumstances, yet strangely, the atmosphere remained composed.

[Raon.]

Chamber snapped her fingers, and her face and body burst through the blue window, propelling forward.

[I heard about it from that old man, but would you tell me again what you experienced?]
“Understood.”

Raon nodded and explained to all the members of the Six Emperors the story he had told Glen.

[So in the end, the snake brat wearing the Blue Dragon Helmet is Derus Robert, right?]

Chamber twisted her lips as she asked.

“Yes. I’m certain.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

‘Now it truly begins.’

The leaders of the Six Emperors were different from Glen. From this point forward, a barrage of sharp questions would pour down, so I needed to think carefully and nip any seeds of doubt in the bud.

[Truth be told, I found that bastard suspicious too.]

Chamber nodded calmly.

[The Heavenly Demon or the Black Tower Master wouldn’t appear with their faces hidden, so I thought it was either the reclusive Sword Emperor, the Former King, or someone like Derus.]

She listed the suspicious figures one by one, extending her fingers.

[I deliberately didn’t call him to the battlefield and paired him with that corner hermit instead, but I couldn’t find anything strange about it.]

Chamber clicked her tongue, as if she had been mulling it over internally.

[I believe your words.]

Ogram nodded calmly, as if he had no doubts whatsoever.

[This is dizzying.]

King Lecross let out a short sigh.

[There are some strange points in the Gwangpung Corps Master’s testimony, but setting that aside, I find it hard to believe that Derus committed such atrocious misdeeds.]

He pressed his forehead with a weary hand.

“If you would tell me what seems odd….”
[There’s no need for that. If I receive such a promise, I have no choice but to believe.]

King Lecross nodded, saying he would believe despite his suspicions.

[Ugh, I don’t want to fight….]

The Tower Master kept his head bowed, showing no sign of lifting it as if he despised this entire situation.

“Huh…?”

I blinked as I looked at the heads of the Six Emperors.

‘What is this?’

What was happening here?

It was none other than Derus Robert, one of the Six Emperors.
He was being branded as a villain equivalent to a continental public enemy, yet no one questioned it—it was absurd.

“Um….”

I raised my hand with a bewildered expression.

“You must have doubts, so why aren’t you asking questions?”

The Six Emperors’ reaction was so strange that the words tumbled out before I could stop them.

[I won’t.]

Chamber shook her head.

“But why exactly….”
[Because I don’t want to die.]

She shrugged and stepped back.

[I withdrew because I witnessed the Head of House’s resolve.]

King Lecross shook his head, indicating he had no intention of questioning further.

“What do you mean by that?”

Raon blinked as his gaze shifted between Chamber and King Lecross.

[Your Head of House said he would stake his life on your words.]

Ogram twisted his lips as he pointed toward Glen Zigheart.

[Since that cold-blooded man has never staked his life before, I have no choice but to trust you.]

He nodded as though it were an obvious decision.

“Ah….”

Raon’s lips trembled as he turned to look at Glen Zigheart.

“Head of House…?”
“I saw your eyes. There was no deception in them.”

Glen Zigheart said that was sufficient, then lightly bit his lip.

“Just… from my eyes alone…?”

His breath caught in his throat—it was so different from Glen Zigheart’s nature as I had observed it until now.
Even becoming part of the Main Lineage, I couldn’t believe he would show such trust.

[Of course, I’m not trusting you based solely on that old man’s life.]

Chamber stepped forward again, wagging her finger.

[I trust you.]

She smiled faintly and lifted her chin.

[I know all about the achievements you’ve built up until now and the contributions you’ve shown in this war. How could I not trust you?]
[Same here.]

Ogram nodded in agreement.

[You are my savior. No matter what path you take, I will follow.]

He raised his fist, declaring he would repay his life debt even if it meant going to hell.

[I feel the same way. I’ve trusted you ever since you helped my third brother.]

King Lecross laughed, saying he still hadn’t repaid the debt for saving Greer’s life.

[Derus… I’m uneasy…]

The Tower Master’s lips trembled as she lifted her gaze.

[He was definitely there, but he seemed like a different person.]
[What? Then you should have mentioned that!]

Chamber frowned, questioning what she was doing.

[It’s not a theory or a conclusion—it’s just my intuition…]

The Tower Master shrank back, acknowledging that intuition was the very thing mages should avoid most.

[Ugh! Seriously!]

Chamber tapped her chest and shook her head.

[Forget it. Let’s move on. Derus isn’t a fool either. He’ll find a way to erase that scar on his hand—one that neither I nor the other old-timers could ever discover.]

She lifted her witch hat slightly, saying they needed to find a way to expose the scar.

“There is a way.”

Raon stepped forward before the blue spear.

[Really?]
“Yes. He couldn’t even erase the wound I inflicted upon him. If we utilize the power of Manhwagong, we can certainly force that scar on the back of his hand to surface.”

I nodded, replacing my mention of the Rings of Wrath and Fire with Manhwagong instead.
There could be Derus Robert’s spies among us, so I had to keep the true plan hidden until the very end.

[Ah, that’s right!]

Chamber nodded rapidly.

[One of the scars on his hand was yours!]

She laughed as understanding finally dawned on her.

[Excellent! Then let’s devise a plan. A plan to tear off that worm’s mask!]
[We should open the Yukhwanghoe as quickly as possible.]

Ogram bit his lip, eager to see Derus Robert’s face as soon as possible.

[If we move too hastily, he may grow suspicious. We’ll need about a week.]

King Lecross tapped his fingers, suggesting next week instead.

“The Beast Alliance would be ideal for the location. We have the excuse of Ogram’s injury, and it’s close to the Robert Family, so we can track him down immediately even if he tries to flee.”

Glen met the eyes of the Six Emperors’ leaders and nodded.

The meeting proceeded swiftly, and it was decided that the Yukhwanghoe would be held at the Beast Alliance a week from now.

Goooo.

I clenched my fists as I watched the Six Emperors’ leaders formulate their meticulous plan. Within my heart, I forged a blade that would carve through death itself, renewing my resolve once more.

‘Derus Robert.’

From this moment forward, my revenge begins.

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