The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 729

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Chapter 729

The leaders of the Six Emperors concluded their temporary meeting, having pledged to reveal Derus Robert’s true identity at the Yukhwanghoe conference to be held a week later.

[Well, this should work out… right?]

The Tower Master’s eyes darted left and right, betraying his anxiety.

[Even if it doesn’t, we’ll make it work! Do you know nothing of a mage’s spirit?]

Chamber’s brow furrowed as she glared at the Tower Master.

[Ah, my head’s ringing from suddenly shouting like that.]

Chamber cried out that she was running low on sugar, then pulled out a fresh lollipop and popped it into her mouth.

[With the Alliance holding a conference, I’ll have quite a bit of work ahead of me.]

Ogram shrugged his shoulders, saying it was troublesome but he’d put in the effort.

[I’ll do my best to cooperate as well.]

King Lecross nodded, his back still pressed against the Jade Throne.

[Do I… do I have to go too…?]

The Tower Master slowly lifted his gaze, moving with the sluggishness of a tortoise.

[If you don’t show up this time, I’ll burn down your Research Laboratory. No—the entire Magic Tower.]

Chamber twisted her lips upward with grim determination.

[Eeeek…]

The Tower Master trembled violently and muttered that he would attend.

“Then I’ll see you all at the conference.”

Glen waved his hand, signaling for an end to the conversation.

[Understood!]

The Tower Master was the first to move, swiftly gesturing to terminate the video spell.

[True to form for a shut-in hermit. You disappear faster than anything else. If you don’t show up this time, I’m really going to demolish the Magic Tower.]

Chamber snorted derisively before vanishing from the screen.

[I shall await your arrival.]
[We shall meet again soon.]

Ogram and King Lecross exchanged brief farewells before ending the transmission.

I bowed my head to the departing leaders of the Six Emperors before turning around.

“….”

Glen remained standing before the Jade Throne, his eyes revealing a quiet intensity even as the conference concluded.

“Head of House.”

I approached Glen and knelt before him.

“I am truly grateful for your trust in me. However….”

I bit my lip and lifted my gaze.

“You wagered your very life! Why would you do such a thing!”

For the first time, I raised my voice to Glen.
When I learned that Glen had staked his life because I had fabricated certain lies to capture Derus Robert, my heart felt as though it had sunk into the depths.
I could not contain myself—the current situation made no sense to me.

“You and I are the same.”

Glen simply nodded, his expression serene, as if that explained everything.

“Hmm….”

I swallowed hard, meeting Glen Zigheart’s serene gaze.

‘What does he mean by “the same as me”?’
-Every time I feel it, that old geezer has a real talent for making things difficult to understand!

Wrath also furrowed his snout in confusion.

-Let’s just end this and go eat!
‘Sorry, but today it’s just bread for me.’

I shook my head without looking at Wrath.

-Bread? Are you insane! The world is full of delicious food, so why would you eat just bread!
‘The Head of House has risked his life. I don’t have time to spare.’

Since Glen Zigheart had placed his trust in me, I had to repay that faith. I didn’t even have time to sleep.

-Ugh, that old geezer really!

Wrath trembled with indignation, his round fists clenched.

“Raon.”

As I rose to leave the Audience Chamber, Glen Zigheart raised his hand.

“It’s late. Have dinner before you go.”

Glen Zigheart descended from the Platform, as if inviting me to share a meal with him.

“Ah….”

I blinked. I wanted to return immediately and train, but I couldn’t refuse Glen Zigheart’s words.

“I’ll prepare it right away.”

Roen also darted out of the Audience Chamber before I could even open my mouth, clearly unwilling to accept any refusal.

-Yeeeeah!

Naturally, Wrath was the one who enjoyed this situation the most.

-Grandfather is the best!

The moment stale bread transformed into a gourmet feast, he’d promoted Glen from “old geezer” to “grandfather.” Truly the indecisive nature of a Demon Lord.

‘I’m genuinely exhausted….’

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The evening meal between grandfather and grandson was utterly silent.

If not for the occasional clink of silverware, one might have thought we were dining in the Library.

‘Ugh….’

I cut into the main course meat while exhaling a silent sigh.

‘I feel like I’m going to get indigestion.’

The atmosphere was so heavy that I couldn’t tell if I was chewing meat or rubber.

-Savor it slowly, boy!

Yet Wrath grinned happily, his cheeks cradled in his palms.

-A wealthy grandfather is truly the best!

He continued calling Glen “grandfather” with such delight at the delicious food.

‘This is exhausting.’

Wrath only made me more tired. I swallowed the meat whole to finish the meal quickly.

—You, you don’t even understand this taste!
‘That’s right. I’m ignorant.’

Ignoring Wrath’s complaint, I waited for dessert when Glen set down his knife and fork, lifting his gaze.

“Raon.”
“Yes, Head of House.”

Raon straightened his posture and looked toward Glen.

“A worry without an answer becomes poison that gnaws at a warrior’s heart. If anything troubles you going forward, do not hesitate—speak it to me.”

Glen nodded as though nothing mattered. His voice drifted softly through my ears, different from how it had sounded in the Audience Chamber.

“Ah, yes….”

I swallowed dryly, observing Glen’s faded eyes.

‘Could it be that he’s willing to stake his life because he felt sorry that I couldn’t speak Derus Robert’s name and suffered alone?’

If that wasn’t the reason, there seemed to be no explanation for why Glen would say such a thing now.

“The time we three—you, me, and Sylvia—have spent has flowed while remaining distant, though we were near.”

Glen bit his lip slightly as he looked at Raon.

“It may be difficult to mend the time that has passed, but I hope that from now on, we can walk together, matching our steps little by little.”

I didn’t know how much time remained for me. As Sheryl and Roen had said, it was time to find courage now.

‘But….’

Trying to speak such words to a grandson I had never even embraced, warmth flooded my face with embarrassment. My lips wouldn’t move.

“Ahem!”

Glen couldn’t meet Raon’s eyes directly and quickly turned his gaze away.

….

I trembled at my fingertips as I watched Glen, his earlobes flushed crimson like autumn leaves.
Seeing that reaction, it seemed Glen had spoken with genuine sincerity.

“…I will keep that in mind.”

He seemed to want to grow closer to Sylvia as well. I nodded, resolving to create an opportunity for them once this matter was resolved.

“Then go on now.”

Glen waved his hand, signaling that I should leave.

“Rest well, sir.”

After bowing once more to Glen, I left the Dining Hall.

-Sigh, you hopeless fool.

Wrath clicked his tongue in exasperation.

‘What now?’
-On a day like this, you should have called him Grandfather! What happens if you just leave like some common fish!

He furrowed his brow, saying I lacked basic human decency.

‘…Is that really right?’

Whether in my past life or this one, I had only ever known family in Sylvia and the servants, so it was hard to trust Wrath’s words.

‘Should I go back now…?’

Glen had done so much for me today that I wanted to do something, however small.

-Time that has passed does not return!

Wrath shook his head, saying it was already too late.

‘Hmm…’
-You hopeless fool! It seems you need to attend a lecture on ethics and philosophy from the True Demon King!

Wrath extended his round hand, demanding ten boxes of mint chocolate as tuition.

-Huh? Mint chocolate… Ack!

He was muttering about mint chocolate when he suddenly whipped his head around.

-I haven’t eaten dessert yet! Go back at once!

Wrath, now remembering that he’d left without his dessert, grabbed Raon by the collar and shook him.

‘I’m sorry, but…’

Raon shrugged and pried Wrath off himself.

‘Time lost can never be regained.’
-Waaahhhhh!

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[…So we decided to hold a meeting at the Beast Alliance Headquarters a week later. You’ll be able to attend, right?]
“Of course.”

Derus Robert offered a serene smile toward Chamber, whose reflection shimmered in the azure window.

[Then I’ll see you then.]

Chamber waved the hand holding her lollipop and closed the communication spell before departing.

“….”

Even after the communication spell had ended, Derus remained in his office.
He savored the fading sunlight from the window before dissolving into gray smoke and vanishing.

Derus Robert reappeared atop Lusain Mountain, which towered to the west of the Robert Family Estate.

He entered the pit hidden behind the rock with familiar, practiced steps.
As he descended the staircase—darker than a moonless night—the assassins standing guard bowed their heads toward him.

Derus Robert ignored the assassins as though they didn’t exist and stepped into the Underground Cavern.
After adjusting his attire, he moved toward the center of the cavern.

At the heart of that grotesque space—where dried blood had become crimson brick—sat a man wearing a blue dragon helmet, shirtless, perched upon a boulder.

“I greet you, Derus Robert.”

Derus Robert approached cautiously and knelt before the man in the blue dragon helmet.

“Bardiel. Your presence here means….”

The true Derus Robert flicked his fingertips toward Bardiel.

“The Yukhwanghoe has made its decision, hasn’t it?”

He smiled faintly, as though he had anticipated every circumstance.

“Yes. A meeting is to be held at the Beast Alliance Headquarters in a week.”

Bardiel lifted his head and relayed all the information he had heard from Chamber.

“Any word from him?”

Derus Robert gestured with a nod as Kubara handed him his upper garment.

“Not yet.”
“I see.”

He smiled softly, as though he had expected as much.

“How is your condition?”
“There was never any problem with my body from the start.”

Derus Robert shook his head matter-of-factly.

“What Glen Zigheart wounded wasn’t my body, but my soul.”
“Hmm, then….”
“There’s no need to worry. I’ve recovered most of it. In fact, I gained something from it.”

He rolled his eyes, which gleamed with an eerie light, while keeping his hand pressed to his chest.

“Then you’ll be going to the Conference Hall in person.”

Bardiel asked, unable to meet Derus Robert’s gaze and lowering his eyes instead.

“As I said, even if you maintain that appearance, you won’t escape the notice of the old men of the Six Emperors.”

Derus Robert laughed as he brushed the back of his hand across Bardiel’s cheek, where his own reflection was visible.

“It’s not a matter of appearance or temperament—it’s because your power is too weak that they’ll inevitably sense you.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if it were unavoidable.

“Derus. You should also consider the possibility that this meeting is a trap.”

Bardiel spoke cautiously, clasping his hands together.

“I’m aware. The timing of one week and the fact that it’s being held at the Beast Alliance itself—it’s all too convenient, which makes it suspicious.”

Derus Robert nodded, indicating he’d already considered it.

“What those old men are after is obvious.”

He chuckled softly and removed his black gloves. On the back of his hand was no longer a single line—now a cross-shaped scar was etched there.

“They’ll use every means at their disposal to expose this scar.”

During the war, even while using super-regeneration, the scar on the back of his hand hadn’t faded. Seeing that, he was certain their plan was to force this mark to be revealed.

‘But there’s something I don’t understand.’

Raon Zigheart. I have no idea what that man’s true identity is.

The fact that he blocked my perfect ambush and carved a second scar that won’t fade on the back of my hand only made it more certain that he is Raon from my past life.

More than that, I became curious about his true identity.

‘Is he a messenger sent by heaven—or perhaps hell—to stop me?’

Derus Robert muttered in disbelief and let out a derisive laugh.

“Then I shall remove it.”

Bardiel steadied his breathing and placed his hand on the back of his head.
Gray, mud-like substance flowed from his entire body, and the face of the breathtakingly beautiful Derus Robert transformed into that of a cold-eyed youth.

Gurgle, gurgle.

Bardiel held out the gray mud lump that rippled as if alive to Derus Robert. That liquid was the ancient artifact known as the Doppelgänger’s Skin.

“You’ve worked hard all this time.”

Derus Robert took the Doppelgänger’s Skin and placed it on the back of his wounded hand.

Sizzle.

As the Doppelgänger’s Skin evaporated in pale smoke, the two lines of wounds carved into the back of his hand vanished as if washed away.
The very skin that had been torn seemed to have been restored to life.

“Even Glen Zigheart wouldn’t be able to detect this.”

Derus Robert curled up the corners of his mouth and smoothed the back of his hand.
The Doppelgänger’s Skin was a special artifact that ignored aura, magic, and even sorcery.
Since it covered only the back of his hand and not his entire body, even the leaders of the Six Emperors would never be able to find it.

If he were to unleash the aura of death, his identity would be exposed regardless of this wound, but since he would seal it in advance, such a thing was utterly impossible.

“I’d rather they suspected me.”

If suspicion came first but yielded nothing, he could gain much from the old men of the Six Emperors. He savored the thought, hoping this conference would become a trap.

“Still, you must exercise caution.”

Kubara, who had been waiting while dressed in a maid’s uniform, bowed her head.

“Of course.”

Derus Robert nodded lightly.

“That’s why I’m bringing Lepon along this time as well.”

He uttered Lepon’s name in a voice devoid of warmth.

“Prepare for what comes after.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”

Bardiel and Kubara bowed their heads and vanished from the cavern.

“Beorn.”

Derus Robert removed the azure dragon helm and jerked his chin toward the right.

“There must be someone you wish to see. Will you come along?”
“I have no interest.”

Beorn shook his head, hands clasped behind his back, and melted into the darkness.

“How dull.”

Derus Robert chuckled and hurled the azure dragon helm into the air.

Crash!

The helm plummeted to the ground, and a sound like metal crumpling echoed from the depths of the underground floor.

“The Yukhwanghoe, then….”

Derus Robert leaned his back against the cavern wall, stained with dried children’s blood, and curled his lips upward.

“The remaining week will be tedious.”

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I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping at dawn.

Whoooosh!

A colorless blade burned in the grip of my hand.

-You actually completed it, then….

Wrath furrowed his brow as if utterly bewildered.

-It’s not entirely terrible, but the power you’ve forged isn’t particularly strong. It won’t work on many people.

He waved his hand dismissively, suggesting it might all be for nothing.

‘It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work on everyone.’

I nodded with a serene expression.

‘As long as it works on one specific person, that’s all I need.’

I steadied my breathing and sank the newly refined Blade That Cleaves Death into the depths of my chest.

It was a power that burdened both body and soul, but I could endure any amount of strain to expose Derus Robert’s true identity.

‘Derus Robert.’

I clenched my fists until they bled, gazing at the sun rising warmly as if heralding the beginning of the Yukhwanghoe.

‘Today, I’ll tear away your mask before everyone’s eyes.’

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