The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 730

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Chapter 730

I finished a light meal with the sandwich Helen had made and prepared to depart.

—Hmm…

Wrath smacked his lips briefly while gazing at the empty sandwich plate.

—The True Demon King could eat a bit more…

He mentioned filling his stomach with other food while subtly rolling his eyes.

‘There will be plenty to eat at the Conference Hall… hm?’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Wrath.

‘Haven’t you gotten fat?’

It made no sense for Wrath to gain weight in his spectral form, yet his cheeks and arms were puffed out like well-baked bread.

—W-what are you saying! The True Demon King is a lord of the Demon Realm! I do not gain weight!

Wrath shook his hands frantically, insisting it was absolutely not the case.

‘He’s definitely been eating a lot lately.’

I nodded while observing the trembling jowls of this Demon Lord.
Every single day, he’d been shouting at me to offer tribute to his benefactor, so I’d bought him whatever food he wanted. It seemed he’d grown plump from the contentment.

—I’m telling you, I haven’t! The True Demon King has a constitution that doesn’t gain weight!

Wrath shrieked and shook his head, his cheeks jiggling like pudding.

—Saying I’ve gotten fat is an insult to the True Demon King!
‘Fine then. From now on, we’re cutting back on food.’

I muttered “daily bread” under my breath and left the room.

—No, absolutely not! The True Demon King is your benefactor….
‘Yes. Your usefulness has expired.’

I shoved Wrath aside and headed toward the Entrance Hall.

‘Now the real battle begins.’

Walking through the corridor where pale sunlight scattered, I recalled Derus Robert.
I fortified my mental state to prepare for any move he might make, drawing my concentration to its peak.

“Are you leaving now?”

Sylvia, who had been waiting at the Entrance Hall, approached with a gentle smile.

“Yes. I should depart without delay.”

I nodded and stood before the Entrance Hall. I offered Sylvia a calm smile so she wouldn’t worry.

“Helen. The sandwich was delicious.”

I handed the empty plate to Helen and clasped my hands together.

“I’m so pleased you enjoyed it.”

Helen accepted the plate with a soft smile.

“Raon.”

Sylvia’s smile faded, and her expression turned cold.

“Are you going to fight?”
“I… what?”

I turned my eyes toward Sylvia and swallowed hard.

“What do you mean….”

Sylvia doesn’t know what will happen today.
She only knows about the Yukhwanghoe that will be held after the war, so I’m not sure what she saw to make such a statement.

“Your eyes look as desperate as if you’re standing on a battlefield. Just like when you used to fight in the arena for me back then.”

Sylvia’s hands trembled as she gripped her skirt, anxiety evident in her movements.

“….”

I bit my lip as I watched Sylvia’s wavering eyes.

‘How did she know?’

I hadn’t even raised my aura, let alone my momentum.
I’d only gently awakened my focus while maintaining a smiling expression, yet I couldn’t understand how she’d sensed it.

-This is the greatness of your mother!

Wrath lifted his chin and snorted with pride.
I wasn’t sure why he was boasting, but Sylvia’s senses were certainly remarkable.

“I’m not going to fight. I just want to untangle a knot that’s been twisted.”

I spoke with sincerity and took Sylvia’s hand.

“Besides, I’m going with the Head of House. Nothing will happen.”

I shook my head, telling her there was no need to worry.

“That’s true.”

Sylvia smiled faintly, seeming to trust Glen.

“If any problem arises, go straight to the Head of House. No, go to your Grandfather.”

Perhaps because she had died and come back to life, she clung to Glen’s side and urged me to stay close to him, as if speaking to a child.

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, I answered that I understood, to put Sylvia’s mind at ease.

“Then I’ll be going.”

Raon bowed to Sylvia before leaving the Annex Building.

‘That’s right. This isn’t a fight.’

As I had told Sylvia, this wasn’t a battle but a one-sided assault.
The Conference Hall would become an execution ground that would strip away everything about Derus Robert.

‘For Mother and the maids’ sake, I have to expose Derus Robert’s true identity.’

I waved goodbye to Sylvia and the maids who had come to see me off at the Garden, then headed toward the Main Mansion where we were to assemble.

In front of the Main Mansion, the knights of the Gwangpung Corps and Heavenly Sword Squad who were participating in the Six Emperors Conference were waiting.

“Organization Master. Please come this way.”

Burren raised his hand to indicate where I should stand.
It seemed he had done nothing but train during his vacation—a sharp wind like a well-honed blade emanated from him.

“You’re always the first to arrive for training, yet you’re always slow when it’s time to depart.”

Martha grumbled with a furrowed brow. She too had revealed an aura of energy that rivaled Burren’s growth.

“Handsome Raon.”

Lunan waved her hand languidly, urging me to hurry. A noble quality shone through her fierce gaze.
She hadn’t achieved the same level of physical growth as Burren or Martha, but her spirit seemed to have matured considerably.

‘She clashed with Sylvia, didn’t she.’

I had heard that Lunan had stood against Sylvia while I was unconscious.
Though fear still lingered in her eyes, it seemed she would overcome it on her own before long.

Thump!

As I smiled watching Burren, Martha, and Lunan continue to develop, heavy footsteps sounded from behind me.

“Organization Master. You’ve arrived?”

It was Dorian. He grinned foolishly and bowed his head.

“Huh…?”

I stared at Dorian with my mouth agape.

“Did you gain weight too?”

Dorian’s face had become just as round and puffy as Wrath’s.
It felt like we’d returned to our days as trainees when we first met.

“Hehe! I guess the tension just melted away. My appetite went wild!”
“It’s not your appetite that’s wild—it’s your belly that’s about to burst.”

Martha frowned in exasperation and tapped Dorian’s stomach.

-How pathetic, unable to even control your eating!

Wrath shook his head in disgust.

‘That’s exactly what you look like right now.’
-Nonsense! The True Demon King is the very embodiment of beauty!

He shook his head vehemently, insisting otherwise. His jowls rippled with the motion—identical to Dorian’s—but I couldn’t be bothered to point it out.

“Raon.”

Sheryl approached from my right and tapped my shoulder.

“What if the Organization Master arrives last? We should prepare first.”

Despite mentioning that he’d arrived late, she greeted me with a smile.

“Our Vice Master still hasn’t arrived yet….”
“Is that thing even human?”

Sheryl waved her hand, telling me to say something that made sense.

“….”

I had nothing to say, since it actually wasn’t human.

“This is seriously too much!”

Rimer burst out from inside the Main Mansion, grinding his teeth.

“I’m a person too!”

He rushed at Sheryl, demanding not to be ignored.

“You’re an idiot before you’re a person!”

Sheryl kicked Rimer away instead, her brow furrowing.

‘Hmm?’

I watched Rimer trading blows with Sheryl, my eyes widening in surprise.

‘Has the Vice-Commander been training as well?’

Rimer’s combat prowess seemed to have improved. It wasn’t as dramatic a change as Burren or Martha had shown, but I could sense the steady dedication to his training.

Thud.

As the Gwangpung Corps and Heavenly Sword Squad stepped back to avoid Sheryl and Rimer, a commanding footstep echoed from within the Patriarch’s Hall.

It was Glen. He emerged alongside Roen and took his place before the Heavenly Sword Squad and Gwangpung Corps.

“We greet the Head of House!”
“We greet the Head of House!”

Beginning with Rimer and Sheryl’s salute, the swordsmen of both the Gwangpung Corps and Heavenly Sword Squad knelt in unison.

“There’s no need for such formalities this early in the morning.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively and stepped forward before the two squads.

“Prepare for departure.”
“Yes, sir!”

The mages of Zigheart, who had been waiting on the left, sprang into action and began opening a dimensional gate.

As Raon gazed at the dimensional gate suffused with azure light, Glen approached.

“Take this.”

He withdrew a small dagger from his robes and extended it. It was the Soul Reaper Sword I had lost at the Rabel River.

“Huh…?”

My eyes widened as I beheld the Soul Reaper Sword.

“You’ve been holding onto it, Head of House?”
“Indeed. I retrieved it from the river bottom.”

Glen glanced down at the Soul Reaper Sword and nodded.

“I was delayed in returning it because I had a new scabbard crafted.”
“Ah…”

Now that I looked closely, the Soul Reaper Sword’s scabbard had indeed been replaced with a new one. Judging by its ornate craftsmanship, it bore the handiwork of Balkan rather than Kuberard.

“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply and accepted the Soul Reaper Sword.

“It’s nothing.”

Glen shook his head and returned to his original position.

Whirrrrr!

The Soul Reaper Sword in my grip resonated with a clear, crystalline ring, as if delighted to be reunited.

‘Yes. I’m glad too.’

I gripped the vibrating Soul Reaper Sword firmly and gazed at Glen’s retreating figure.
Perhaps because it came from him, the Soul Reaper Sword felt heavier and warmer than before.

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Whoooosh!

I stepped out of the dimensional gate, its surface transparent as an autumn sky.
Suppressing the nausea that churned within me, I opened my eyes to see the Beast Alliance Headquarters where I had briefly stayed after rescuing Ogram.

Normally, one would have to pass through numerous checkpoints and barriers to reach this place, but Chamber and the Tower Master had adjusted the coordinates in advance, allowing me to arrive at the Beast Alliance Headquarters in a single step.

“Raon!”

Ogram, who had been leaning his back against the Zelkova Tree—a tree that could rightfully be called the World Tree—pushed himself to his feet.
He called out my name before even Glen’s, rushing toward me.

“Beast Alliance Master.”

I bowed my head to Ogram, who came charging at me like a buffalo.

“Are you alright now!”

Despite being in worse condition himself, Ogram reached out his arms toward me with concern.

“Stop right there!”

Glen stepped in front of Ogram, his brow furrowed.

“If you charge at him like that, all of this boy’s bones will be crushed.”

He raised his hand in a cutting gesture, signaling that Ogram should come no closer.

“Raon’s body is tougher than mine!”

Ogram shook his head, insisting that my body was made of steel.

“That may be true, but you still cannot.”

Glen refused to budge, absolutely unwilling to let him through.

“I’m not going to eat my own grandson!”
“That’s not happening.”
“Tch! You stubborn old fool!”

Ogram ground his teeth and raised his fist.

“Even the Beast Alliance Master doesn’t understand.”

Rimer chuckled as he watched the two transcendents bicker like children.

‘That’s not about protecting Raon at all.’

Glen had never embraced Raon before, so he simply resented Ogram for trying to hug him first.
It was a childish quarrel, but that’s what made it amusing.

“Is everything ready?”

Glen gestured with his chin toward Ogram, who was backing down.

“All done.”

Ogram snorted and nodded his head.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed their exchange.

‘That wasn’t a question about the conference preparations.’

When they said “all done,” they meant the preparations to reveal Derus Robert’s true identity were complete.
It seemed Ogram and the Beast Alliance had finished all their preparations within the week.

“Brother!”

Just as I was smiling with satisfaction, Garona burst out from behind Ogram.

“Your wounds seem to have healed completely!”

He nodded his head emphatically, as if greatly relieved.

“Yes. I’ve recovered well.”

I lightly tapped my chest where the wound had been and laughed.
Garona had also ascended to a higher realm through the trials of this war.

“Raon.”

Ogram stopped glaring at Glen and tilted his head as he studied me.

“Has your Martial Force realm advanced again?”

He grasped my Martial Force level at a glance and widened his eyes.

“Yes. I was fortunate.”
“Kahahaha!”

Ogram clutched his forehead and burst into laughter so loud it made my ears ring.

“At this rate, my era will truly become known by the name Raon Zigheart. You all need to work harder!”

He glanced back at the executives of the Beast Alliance and chuckled.

“That would be fine with us.”

The Beast Alliance Master smiled softly, as if it didn’t matter what was given to me.

“So, Raon. How about I make you my successor….”

Ogram extended his hand as if joking.

“Nonsense!”

Glen swatted Ogram’s hand away, veins bulging on his forehead. His face flushed red with genuine anger.

“I’m joking. Just joking!”

Ogram grinned, enjoying Glen’s reaction.

“Hmm, the others haven’t arrived yet?”

Glen also seemed to think he’d gotten too excited, letting out a short cough before turning his gaze away.

“You arrived first.”

Ogram pointed to the circular building erected behind them, saying that if they grew bored, they should wait in the Conference Hall.

“For something like that, there are quite a lot of people here, aren’t there?”

Dorian blinked as he observed the people moving about the Beast Alliance.

“They are not among the Six Emperors. They are the Neutral Factions attending this conference.”

Ogram lowered his hand, explaining that he had invited many factions because this conference was important.

Raon nodded, sweeping his gaze across the people filling the Beast Alliance Headquarters.

‘Everything is proceeding as planned.’

The Neutral Factions had not been summoned for the importance of the conference.
It was to expose Derus Robert’s true identity before as many people as possible and make him and Robert public enemies of the Continent.

“Then first—”

As Glen was about to enter the Conference Hall, a blue dimensional gate opened in the air, and Chamber leaped out.

“Ah, so far. So very far.”

Chamber muttered that casting magic was a hassle, lifting the magical hat that had slipped down to her forehead.

“Well, seeing you in person now—”

She squeezed between Ogram and Glen, pulling out a candy and popping it into her mouth.

“You old men have gotten so many more wrinkles, haven’t you? You should take better care of yourselves.”

Chamber giggled mockingly at the two transcendents.

“You’re the oldest among us… Huh?!”

Ogram was about to continue speaking about age when he noticed Chamber’s eyes turning crimson red, so he immediately shut his mouth.

“Did you come alone?”
“Of course not.”

Chamber pinched Ogram’s side and pointed behind him. Valcar’s mages emerged from the dimensional gate that still remained open. Among them was Princess Jeina.

“Gasp!”

Dorian recognized Jeina and let out a low groan.

“It’s the arrogant princess!”
“Indeed.”

I nodded with a smile. Jeina’s delicate face remained unchanged, but the aura of mana emanating from her had grown considerably deeper.
It seemed she too had achieved significant growth during our time apart.

“Hmph.”

The moment Jeina recognized me, she snorted and turned her head away sharply.

“Still the same.”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Jeina. Despite being bound, she carried herself with such audacity that it had become almost endearing.

“She’s quite remarkable…”

Dorian seemed to share the same thought, shaking his head in disbelief.

Whoooosh!

After Valcar, it was Owen who opened the next dimensional gate.
King Lecross, the Silent Swordmaster clad in obsidian armor that seemed to devour the sun itself, appeared alongside his knights.

“Have we arrived a bit late?”

King Lecross approached Glen while removing his helmet.

“No, these fellows simply arrived early.”

Ogram shook his head, gesturing toward Glen and Chamber.

“Raon!”

Greer, the Third Prince of Owen, burst forth from among the knights and waved his hand.

“I’ve reached Master rank too! Thank you so much!”

He grinned brightly, saying he had broken through the Master barrier because of me.

“What? I didn’t do anything…”

I waved my hand at the Third Prince.

“Every time I heard of your accomplishments, my resolve grew stronger. Just seeing the swordsman I sparred with reach such heights gave me the courage to push forward.”

He bowed again, expressing his gratitude.

“No, all of that was thanks to your own effort, Your Highness. I did nothing.”

I smiled and placed my hand on the Third Prince’s shoulder.

“I appreciate you saying that.”

The Third Prince smiled and turned his gaze toward Martha.

“Martha, I’ve reached Master rank now…”
“I’m already at the High tier. You’re still far behind.”

Martha lifted her chin dismissively.

“Ugh…”

The Third Prince’s shoulders slumped like a man who’d been rejected, and he sank down.

Whoooosh!

Just as the Third Prince’s spirit began to scatter like mist, the mages of the Magic Tower appeared for the third time.
Unlike Valcar’s mages, they walked slowly with their entire bodies concealed in robes.

“Where is the Tower Master?”

Chamber squinted as she looked up at the mages of the Magic Tower.

“He’s over here.”

As the silver-haired mage stepped aside, a blonde mage wrapped in robes like a blanket, crouching on the ground, came into view.

“I, I’m here.”

The Tower Master raised a trembling hand. Yet he refused to show his face.

“Goodness! Anyone would think you’re a vampire! Do you die if sunlight touches you?”

Chamber approached with exasperation and dragged the Tower Master out.
The mages, accustomed to the sight, stood unmoved without any sign of alarm.

“R, Raon!”

A towering giant stepped forward from beside the Tower Master and removed his robe.

“Yulia?”

It was Yulia, the holy warrior I had met at the Divine Sovereign Festival.
The memory remained vivid—I had witnessed him saving citizens even in perilous circumstances.

“It’s… truly been a long time.”

Unlike when he had displayed such boldness, his voice trembled with embarrassment.

“I’ve been following your exploits through books.”
“Books?”
“This one.”

Yulia pulled out a biography of Raon. He asked for my autograph as he opened the first page.

“…”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Seeing someone thrust that book before me made my face burn with embarrassment.

“But, isn’t this a new book?”
“Of course it’s new. We have separate copies for reading and distribution.”

Yulia opened a spatial pouch and revealed dozens of copies of the Raon Chronicles. This situation was far from normal either.

“Phew….”

As I signed the Raon Chronicles with a weary sigh, the door to the Final Dimension opened.

In an instant, silence fell, and the gazes of the Six Emperors converged on a single point.

Whoooosh!

Derus Robert, draped in a black long coat and dispelling the azure light, emerged alongside his youngest son Lepon and two sword squads.

“It seems I’m the last to arrive.”

Derus bowed respectfully, as if apologizing for his tardiness.

“There’s still time, so no need to apologize.”

Though Ogram must have been furious with Derus more than anyone, he laughed while suppressing his emotions.

“Right. We old men just arrived too early.”

Chamber also waved her witch hat left and right, saying it was fine.

“I wanted to arrive last….”

The Tower Master was already exhausted, panting heavily.

“Still, I should have come first and made the preparations. My apologies.”

Derus bowed his head once more to the leaders of the Six Emperors, his sincerity evident.

“That’s enough. Let’s head to the Conference Hall.”

Ogram pointed toward the Conference Hall, indicating that preparations were complete.

“Isn’t this filthy?”

Chamber crunched on the candy in her mouth, casting a sidelong glance.

“Don’t worry. We had everything replaced.”

Ogram pushed past Chamber’s pouting shoulder and entered the Conference Hall first.

“Ah, Raon.”

Derus Robert followed behind but stopped in his tracks before me.

“You displayed remarkable prowess in this war as well. I truly regret not being present to witness it.”

He exhaled a quiet sigh, lamenting that he hadn’t seen me end the war alone.

“No. Protecting the rear is the more important task.”

I smiled naturally, suppressing the fury that roiled up from the depths of my soul.

“You are different in many ways, Raon. Soon you’ll be able to transcend the wall as well.”

Derus Robert extended his gloved hand as if to shake mine, and a sinister smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth—as if inviting me to expose the wound on the back of his hand.

‘Is he challenging me?’

Derus Robert’s eyes gleamed with confidence, as though he knew everything.
His grip seemed to shimmer with a dark, glossy sheen as if it had risen from the depths of hell itself.

“I still have far to go.”

I twisted my lips into a smile and extended my right hand toward his grip.

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