The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 793

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Chapter 793

I gazed up at Stone Mountain, which rose like layers of barren wasteland stacked upon one another, blinking my eyes.

‘This is the Holy Sword Association?’

Stone Mountain was as massive as Bekmang Mountain, but it was far too exposed to be a place where the Holy Sword Association could be hidden.
I could only think that Merlin had made a mistake in directing us here.

“It seems Merlin made an error after all.”

I scratched my head and turned to look at Lectar.

“Let me first figure out where this place is….”
“No.”

Lectar shook his head slowly.

“This is the right place.”

He let out an exclamation, saying he didn’t know she could be so precise in her directions.

“Th-this is the Holy Sword Association?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Hmm, there aren’t many trees, so you can see everything inside….”

Burren let out a thin sigh as he gazed at the sparse trees.

“Yeah. Just rocks.”

Lunan blinked his eyes, saying it was empty.

“It’s not empty. There are plenty of animals and monsters.”

Martha smacked her lips, saying there were just no people.

“To be precise, it’s an entrance leading to Rion.”

Lectar chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“To send us all the way here in one breath—Merlin’s abilities exceed my expectations. I don’t know much about magic, but something like this shouldn’t be easily possible….”

He let out a hollow laugh, seemingly astonished by Merlin’s magic.

“Indeed.”

I nodded lightly with a smile.

‘The problem is her peculiar personality and tastes. But I can’t deny her abilities.’

Had Merlin belonged to the Magic Tower or Valcar, she would have already been marked as a successor capable of rivaling the two Arch-Mages.
Of course, she’d need to stop her stalking habits first, regardless of faction.

“Let’s head up.”

Lectar beckoned with his finger for me to follow, then stepped onto Stone Mountain first.

“Follow only the path I take.”
“Yes.”

I told Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian to go ahead first, then moved at the rear.

Whoooosh!

Despite walking calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, Lectar ascended Stone Mountain effortlessly, as if treading a movement technique.

“Damn… so fast….”
“He’s not even using aura, just a normal walk, but how—!”
“I can’t even see his feet….”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan pushed their movement techniques to their limits trying to keep up with Lectar, barely able to breathe properly.

“Ugh….”

Dorian fell behind entirely, and I supported him from behind.

“Grandfather.”

As everyone’s complexion drained to a sickly pallor, I approached Lectar’s side.

“Our appearances will stand out. Shouldn’t we conceal ourselves before we reach the Holy Sword Association?”

I gestured toward Burren, Martha, and Lunan, who were breathing as though they might collapse at any moment.
My distinctive golden hair and crimson eyes had already spread across the entire Continent, and Burren, Martha, and Lunan were all so strikingly beautiful that few would fail to recognize them.

-What about the pocket-sized one?

Wrath jerked his chin toward Dorian, who was retching.

‘Well, I suppose he’s cute in his own way.’

Dorian wasn’t ugly by any means, but the three of them were so dazzlingly beautiful that he faded into obscurity beside them.

“Hmm….”

Lectar turned around, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“In truth, it matters little, but it would be wise to alter your appearances for your own sake.”
“It matters little?”

I widened my eyes.

“No, we’re not trying to boast about being famous. We’ll definitely be recognized….”

Burren shook his head, clearly agreeing we’d be caught.

“What do you think the Holy Sword Association is?”

Lectar turned away with a faint smile.

“A bunch of lunatics who worship swords?”

Martha spoke carefully at first, then let her true nature slip through.

“Kahahaha!”

Lectar burst into laughter that made the ground itself seem to tremble.

“Precisely. That is the entirety of the Holy Sword Association.”

He nodded, affirming that Martha’s words were the correct answer.

“The most important value in the Holy Sword Association is the sword. A strong swordsman is truth itself, and the law.”

Lectar smiled faintly as he observed the trembling pupils of Burren and Dorian, who appeared flustered.

“Just as Raon said, you stand out. The moment you enter the Holy Sword Association, your identities will be exposed. So what do you think the swordsmen of Rion will do then?”
“C-could they attack us?”

Dorian’s lips trembled as fear already gripped him.

“Since you’re coming with the Rion Lord, they won’t attack.”

Burren struck Dorian’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing.

“No, they will attack.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“But that attack will be….”
“Sparring matches?”

Martha’s dark eyes gleamed as understanding dawned on her.

“Correct.”

Lectar gazed down at Martha with a gentle smile.

“The swordsmen of Rion, knowing of your fame, will eagerly request sparring matches. Not to kill you, but to learn what swordsmanship you practice and gauge how strong you truly are.”

He nodded his chin, indicating that was all there was to it.

“The reason the Holy Sword Association stands at the top among the Six Emperors Five Demons is precisely this obsession with the sword. The passion of their swordsmen rivals even Zigheart.”

Lectar waved his hand, saying the Holy Sword Association was simply filled with sword fanatics.

“Martha, I have a feeling you would get along exceptionally well with the Holy Sword Association.”

He chuckled softly, seeming to approve of Martha’s temperament.

“More so him than me.”

Martha tapped Raon’s shoulder lightly.

“In Zigheart, Raon is the only one truly obsessed with the sword. I distinctly remember seeing him training later than me, but when I arrived at the Training Ground the next day, he was already there, drenched in sweat.”

She clicked her tongue in frustration at the memory.

“That’s true.”

Lunan Slion nodded, glancing at me.

“Raon’s home wasn’t the Annex Building—it was the Training Ground.”

She shook her shoulders, mentioning that there were times she didn’t visit the Annex Building for over a month.

“Yes, I know it as well as you do.”

Lectar smiled warmly, clearly delighted to have finally gained a grandson.

“Then we shouldn’t use a disguise….”
“Actually, I think it would be better if we did.”

He waved his hand, contradicting what he’d said moments before and suggesting we use a disguise.

“We’ve dealt with those following the previous Rion Lord and Oma’s agents, but there may still be some lurking in the shadows. It’s safer to conceal our identities.”

Lectar turned away again, his expression growing cautious as memories of the recent war surfaced, urging us to proceed safely.

“I’ll call someone from inside….”
“There’s no need! We have everything here!”

Dorian, breathing heavily as though facing imminent death, pulled out a disguise set from his bag.

“Essential supplies!”

Red veins bloomed across his eyes. His obsession with essentials seemed to grow stronger by the moment.

“Uh….”

Lectar’s lips trembled, startled by the sudden intensity radiating from Dorian, who was always so gentle.

“Sigh….”
-Here we go again….

Raon and Wrath shook their heads, clearly exhausted by now.

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“Then let’s go. We don’t have much time left.”

Lectar surveyed me with my black hair and eyes, along with Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion in their altered appearances, before ascending Stone Mountain once more.
His footsteps halted as we reached near the summit, having passed the midpoint.

“Here it is.”

Lectar stood before a small cave formed by stacked boulders and gestured with his chin.

“Surely not….”
“Yes. This is the entrance leading to the Holy Sword Association.”

He nodded with a faint smile.

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned the area around the rocky cave.

‘Someone is hiding here.’

A presence I hadn’t detected until now became apparent—truly, this was the passage to the Holy Sword Association.
They appeared to be swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association guarding this passage.

“Trust me and follow. Even in darkness, if we advance toward the light, there will be no problems.”

Lectar said it wouldn’t be difficult and entered the cave first.

“Uh….”
“Hmm….”

Burren and Dorian exchanged glances, their eyes blinking with concern etched across their faces.

“If you’re not going, get out of the way!”
“Right.”

Martha and Lunan Slion pushed past the two men and entered the cave second. They seemed utterly devoid of fear.

“Let’s go.”

I tapped Burren and Dorian on the shoulder before stepping into the cave.

‘Hmm?’

The moment I entered, my body felt weightless. This was no ordinary cavern.

Though pitch darkness enveloped everything around me, there was no sense of danger or dampness whatsoever.
It felt as comfortable as lying in bed after a long day’s work, cradled in darkness.

-This is no ordinary space.

Wrath’s eyes darted about with curiosity.

‘Is this magic? Or perhaps sorcery?’
-The True Demon King has said it countless times—only the weak bother distinguishing between magic and sorcery! Simply smash it all to pieces and none of it matters!

He shook his head, insisting I not differentiate between magic and sorcery.

‘So basically, he has no idea.’
-No, that’s not it….

Wrath ultimately gave no answer and simply turned his chin away.

‘Anyway.’

I was muttering that Raon was being too simplistic.

Whoooosh!

A deep golden flame blazed forth from the darkness, taking the shape of a person. Though hazy and indistinct, it resembled the Blonde Swordsman.

‘Wrath. That person!’
-Hm? A person?

Wrath furrowed his brow, asking where any person could be seen.

‘You can’t see that?’

The moment I raised my finger to point at the swordsman burning within the flames, his form scattered like dawn mist.

-Have you lost your mind?

Wrath twirled his finger dismissively, as if questioning my sanity.

‘No, that was definitely them….’

As I swallowed dryly, watching the fading flames, the darkness within the cave vanished, and a brilliant space revealed itself before my eyes.

A verdant plain stretched out as if I were gazing upon Camelrun, said to be the most fertile land on the Continent, and behind it, neatly constructed buildings formed a city.
I hadn’t known such a space existed within this Stone Mountain cave, so my jaw fell open involuntarily.

“What in the world is this….”
“Hey!”

While I stood gaping at this entirely different world, Martha approached me.

“Why are you so late?”

Martha’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Late?”
“Raon. You’re the last to arrive.”

Lunan Slion pointed his finger to the side. Burren Zigheart and Dorian, who had been behind him, had already arrived first.

“You pretended not to be scared, but you were frightened after all!”

Dorian laughed with a knowing grin, as if he understood everything.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow.

‘What is this?’

I had walked in a straight line, yet I arrived later than they did. It made no sense.
I couldn’t understand what had happened.

“Raon. What happened inside?”

Lectar approached with concern in his eyes.

“Nothing. Nothing happened at all.”

Even Wrath, who was with me, hadn’t noticed anything. I shook my head, thinking it might have been my mistake.

‘But that person….’

He resembled the Zigheart Ancestor.

The golden flames were too faint to see clearly, but the Blonde Swordsman bore a striking resemblance to the First Patriarch of Zigheart I had seen before.

“Well, that’s a relief then. I should inspect the Corridor, just to be safe.”

Lectar smacked his lips while examining the dark Cave behind us.

“So this really is the Holy Sword Association, correct?”

I blinked as I gazed upon the peaceful City.

“Yes. This is the Holy Sword Association.”
“It’s quieter than I expected. I thought… huh?”

I widened my eyes as I watched the middle-aged men farming and chopping wood.

‘Wait a moment….’

Every single one of these people is a swordsman.

The farmers tilling the soil, the woodcutters felling trees, the water carriers drawing water—all of them were swordsmen who had trained their aura and blades.
Each one radiated a refined and polished presence.

“There is not a single person in the Holy Sword Association who is not a swordsman.”

Lectar nodded as he observed the people focused on their tasks.

“Allow me to reintroduce you. Welcome to the Holy Sword Association, where only those obsessed with the blade reside.”

He drew a broad smile, clearly proud of his Holy Sword Association.

“I quite like this place.”
“I’ll fight to my heart’s content.”
“Yes. This is perfect….”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan Slion were already licking their lips in anticipation of sparring matches.

“Ugh….”

Dorian alone shook his head with eyes that betrayed fear.
It seemed he had come for a purpose other than swordsmanship.

“Then shall we depart….”

As Lectar was about to suggest heading to his mansion, a figure came running from a distance. It was Mustan, Lectar’s disciple, his face glistening with sweat.

“Lord Raon!”

Mustan approached Raon before even greeting his master Lectar, bowing his head respectfully.
It was a sincere and earnest greeting, as if he were reuniting with parents he had long been separated from.

“I truly wished to see you! I’m so relieved you’re safe!”
“Yes. It’s been a while.”

I smiled and grasped Mustan’s hand. From his reaction, it seemed the power of jealousy was still at work.

“Master, you’ve returned.”

Mustan finished greeting me before bowing to Lectar.

“Ahem, yes. Has anything happened?”

Lectar cleared his throat awkwardly and asked about recent events.

“No, sir. There has been no contact from Derus or Oma, and nothing unusual has occurred.”

Mustan shook his head, saying that peace had continued.

Boom!
Screech!

Yet from far away, the screams of someone and the clash of swords continued to echo.
Dorian’s complexion grew even more pallid.

“Ah, regarding the Soul Stone you mentioned—no one here had any knowledge of it.”

Mustan bowed apologetically.

“As expected.”

Lectar nodded calmly.

“It’s hardly surprising. This place is filled with nothing but sword fanatics—it would be strange if anyone cared about such a thing.”

He exhaled a quiet sigh and turned away.

“Don’t worry. The Holy Sword Association has branches scattered throughout the Continent, so I will find the Soul Stone by any means necessary.”

Lectar clenched his fist not as a promise to me, but as a vow to himself.

“Yes, I’m counting on you.”

I recalled Lectar’s figure as he left Zigheart without even touching Sia. I understood what lay in his heart, so I could only trust him.

“Then let’s go inside.”

Lectar suggested heading to the Main Castle, pointing to a mansion slightly larger than the others.

“That… that’s the Holy Sword Master’s residence?” Dorian asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

Dorian’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“I haven’t properly settled in yet. And as I’ve said, what matters in the Holy Sword Association is swordsmanship and martial prowess, not the size of one’s dwelling.”

Lectar shook his head, saying I would soon grow accustomed to it.

“Besides…”

He was about to continue when he sensed a crowd approaching and closed his mouth.

“We greet the Master!”
“Welcome back!”

The Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen approached Lectar and knelt before him.
It was a sight I’d seen often enough in Zigheart, but there was one difference.

‘Competitive spirit.’

The swordsmen’s eyes gleamed with a desire to challenge Lectar.
Despite the vast gulf in their abilities, they harbored the will to win—it was admirable.

‘But that’s not all.’

The Holy Sword Association’s warriors displayed their competitive spirit not only toward Lectar, but also toward myself, Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian beside him. They seemed eager to test themselves against these newcomers.

‘Spirited bunch.’

I turned away from the swordsmen’s blazing eyes and entered Lectar’s mansion.
The interior was even more austere than the exterior. It was more shabby than the Annex Building.

“The original Holy Sword Master’s residence was far more ornate than this. This is simply my preference.”

Lectar smiled calmly and gestured toward an old sofa, inviting us to sit.

“Yes.”

I nodded to Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion before settling onto the sofa.

“I will handle the backlog of duties while simultaneously searching for soul stones. As for you all….”

Lectar gazed at me, Burren Zigheart, Martha, Lunan Slion, and Dorian in turn, a smile playing at his lips.

“Enjoy your time at the Facility as you see fit.”
“Enjoy it, but I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do….”

As I tilted my head in confusion, Mustan, who had been following behind, arrived carrying numerous slips of paper.
The sheets were haphazardly arranged, as if they had just been written.

“What are these….”
“Challenges.”

Mustan chuckled, explaining that these were letters from swordsmen who had seen us and requested duels.

“Already?”
“Not already—it’s only natural.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“Now that you’ve come here, you are also swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association. You may issue challenges or accept them.”

He smiled, asking if that didn’t sound enjoyable.

“That sounds wonderful!”

Martha twisted her lips upward, declaring she would crush them all.

“I feel the same. I want to fill the gaps in my abilities.”

Burren Zigheart clenched his fist and nodded heavily.

“I can’t afford to stand still….”

Lunan Slion also spoke of his own shortcomings as he examined the challenge letters.

“Hmm….”

Dorian placed his trembling hand on the challenge letter with a deeply reluctant expression.

“Then I should also….”
“Not you, Raon.”

I smiled and reached for the challenge letter to examine it, but Mustan shook his head.

“What?”
“I’ve looked through them roughly, and there isn’t a single challenge letter addressed to you, Raon.”

Mustan shook his head, noting that while the other letters contained descriptions of various individuals, no one had submitted a challenge to the black-haired, black-eyed swordsman.

“Kahahaha!”

Lectar laughed while gripping his head.

“It seems you’ve been suppressing your presence far too much.”

He waved his hand, saying it appeared I’d been completely overlooked.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow. I felt a twinge of regret—I should have projected a stronger presence beforehand.

“Even now, I could….”
“No, actually this works out better.”

Lectar chuckled softly and leaned his upper body forward.

“Why not become the challenger instead?”
“A challenger, you mean….”
“Every swordsman of the Holy Sword Association hones their own unique swordsmanship. It means there’s something to learn from each of them. For you, who are truly training in the Way of Ten Thousand Blades, you could take all of them as your teachers. If things go well….”

His eyes burned with fervent anticipation.

“You won’t merely create a stepping stone to climb higher—you’ll reach a realm that only you can ascend to.”

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