The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 980

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Chapter 980

An Unnamed Ancient Castle untouched by human hands for centuries.

A woman in a white maid’s uniform walks between the blackened castle walls.
She entered the rusted iron gate without hesitation, as if this faded place was familiar to her.

As the maid entered through the gate, the surroundings began to brighten slowly, like stage lights gradually illuminating.

Unlike the Outer Castle, which had crumbled and deteriorated from lack of maintenance, the Inner Castle was adorned with colors far more splendid than the Valcar Royal Palace. It was as if the very word “brilliance” had been wallpapered onto its surfaces.

“….”

Kubara, Derus Robert’s maid and informant, ascended the crimson-carpeted staircase with elegant steps, heading toward the top layer of the castle.

Knock, knock.

She exhaled softly and knocked on the only door at the top layer.

“Come in.”

After hearing the invitation, Kubara counted three seconds before opening the door.

Creak.

The scent of aged books wafted through the gap in the door. Before bookshelves overflowing with countless ancient tomes, a man buried in a black sofa slowly lifted his gaze.

“What is it?”

Derus Robert. He gazed down upon the world from within the darkness of a Tyrant King—not with the eyes of a public enemy or fugitive.

“…A problem has arisen.”

Kubara lowered her eyes and knelt before Derus Robert.

“Speak.”

Derus Robert nodded calmly without even flinching at the word “problem.”

“Raon Zigheart….”
“Raon?”

The moment Raon’s name was mentioned, a dull wave rippled across Derus Robert’s smooth forehead.

“That bastard again?”
“Hmm….”

Kubara pressed her lips together as the aura of death emanated from Derus Robert.

“Continue with your report.”

Derus Robert suppressed the aura of death and closed the book he had been reading.

“Yes. Raon Zigheart and his subordinates have completely erased all the divine power that was left in the people of Valcar.”
“What…?”

He widened his eyes as if he had never expected to hear such a report.

“Is that truly the case?”
“Yes.”

Kubara nodded heavily, saying she had witnessed it herself and returned.

“Explain in detail. What exactly did that bastard do?”

Derus Robert lifted his back from the sofa and straightened his upper body.

“As you know, the Five Emperors did not send back the people who had been exposed to Raphael’s divine power, but kept them in the Royal Capital. Today they suddenly summoned everyone, so I was waiting to see what measures would be taken….”

Kubara continued speaking while stroking her crimson lips.

“They made everyone in the Royal Capital listen to a song.”

She frowned, noting it was a method she had never anticipated.

“A song? Did you just say a song?”

Derus Robert also furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend the situation.

“Yes. When the swordmaster of Gwangpung Hall and Saint Olga ascended the tower and sang, all the humans who had been captivated by Raphael’s divine power returned to normal.”

Kubara nodded, saying that all of Valcar was in an uproar because of that song.

“A song, you say… When you think about it, there is a certain possibility to it.”

Derus Robert let out a low groan, as if it wasn’t entirely impossible.

“But why did the name Raon Zigheart come up there?”
“Raon Zigheart was standing behind the singer. The blue aura emanating from him was lending power to the song.”

Kubara pressed her lips together, saying it was something that couldn’t be felt without witnessing it directly.

“Her words are correct.”

The moment Kubara finished speaking, a pristine white dimension opened from behind the bookshelf, and the Archangel Raphael revealed herself.

“It’s hard to believe, but all of my divine power that I had left in that kingdom has vanished.”

She nodded her chin with a noble bearing as immaculate as when she had descended upon Valcar.

“Ha….”

Derus Robert’s hand trembled as he gripped the book.

“If not a single trace of divine power remained, then the meaning of going there has been lost.”

He let out a cold laugh, genuinely irritated. The ancient tome in his hand began to turn to black ash and scatter.

“Do you know what song the humans sang?”

Raphael cast a clear gaze toward Kubara. She seemed to want to know what that song was for the sake of the future.

“Yes. I remember it all.”

Kubara nodded with her eyes lowered. To be honest, it was a mysterious song that had imprinted itself in her memory without her even trying to memorize it.

“Tell me.”

Derus Robert also gestured for her to speak, wanting to know what this song was.

“Sigh….”

Kubara didn’t sing immediately. She exhaled deeply before parting her lips.

“Feeling the glittering shining, the darkness of dark….”

As befitted Derus Robert’s informant, she recited the childish lyrics of the Demon Lords’ Hymn of Praise without the slightest wavering.

“Huh? Mm…. Ah….”

Derus Robert also let out a series of short groans, seemingly flustered by the lyrics, his gaze trembling.

However, he quickly realized he needed to focus on the song itself rather than the lyrics, and he began to feel the rhythm by moving his fingers.

“What?”

As the song’s lyrics continued, Raphael’s hands trembled with veins bulging, unable to contain her rage.

“My divine power disappeared because of such a pathetic song?”

Her fury wasn’t directed at losing her divine power itself, but at the fact that the song which had erased it was absurdly childish.

“That damned human!”

Raphael ground her pearly white teeth as she recalled Raon’s mocking smile.

“Kubara. Are you certain that’s the right song?”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes as he stroked his clean jawline.

“I am certain.”

Kubara nodded, her complexion unchanged even after singing the childish song to its end.

“The lyrics are absurdly childish, but the flow is special. There’s a military march’s rhythm woven into a hymn of praise for the divine.”

Derus immediately grasped the flow of the Demon Lords’ praise and nodded.

“That’s why I told you.”

He shook his head, looking at Raphael whose beautiful face had twisted.

“Raon is special—more so than the Celestial Race or the Demon Race.”

He twisted his lips, saying that one must be cautious of Raon.

“The special power sent from behind is probably the authority of the Demon Lords. Now I understand.”

Derus nodded, as if he now understood why Raphael’s divine power had been erased.

“You seem pleased.”

Raphael narrowed his eyes as he looked at Derus.

“Do I?”

Derus slowly raised his gaze and met Raphael’s eyes. He was clearly smiling, yet within that smile, a thick and profound murderous intent bloomed.

“The Five Emperors tried to summon the Neutral Factions and forcibly draw their power. I sent you to stop that and create a situation favorable to us.”

Blue flames like ghosts flickered above Derus’s pupils.

“That plan has completely fallen apart, and your existence—which should have remained hidden—has been revealed to the entire world. And you ask if I’m pleased?”

He drew a chilling smile, asking if he really seemed that way.

“Hmm….”

Raphael swallowed dryly, feeling the dark and damp aura of death emanating from Derus.

‘Is it this much?’

He hadn’t properly sensed it because Derus usually concealed his power, but he felt an enormous aura writhing far beyond his expectations.

His divine power moved of its own accord to push back Derus’s aura of death.

“I’m just as furious as you are right now.”

Derus Robert shook his head, scattering the pulverized fragments of the ancient tome across the floor. Blood dripped steadily from within his leather gloves.

“I’m simply exercising patience because I’ve experienced situations like this many times before.”

Derus Robert furrowed his brows, noting that Raon Zigheart had frequently produced results that defied common sense.

“Didn’t I tell you not to kill that man?”

Raphael fixed her trembling fingertips toward Derus Robert. Around her, pristine white lightning bloomed as if scorching the very space itself.

“I won’t go searching for him myself, but if I happen to encounter him, I will kill him without hesitation.”

Raphael left those final words and vanished into the white light.

“It won’t be easy.”

Derus Robert gazed at the space where Raphael had disappeared and shook his head.

“Raon Zigheart is under the protection of the Heavenly Mandate.”

He let out a thin smile, saying it wouldn’t be possible now.

“Kubara.”

Derus Robert quickly composed himself, then called out to Kubara in a measured voice.

“Yes.”

Kubara felt a chill run down her spine as she bowed her head.

“Continue gathering intelligence on Raon Zigheart and Gwangpung Hall. Where he goes, what training he undergoes—collect every single detail.”

He gestured with his chin, saying that regardless of the cost in money or manpower, she was to continue gathering information on Raon.

“Understood.”

Kubara acknowledged the command and left the study.

Shhhhh.

Derus Robert removed his leather gloves after everyone had left. Because Raon Zigheart had moved, far more blood was pouring from his wound than usual.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Derus Robert’s blue eyes held a vast current within them as his lips twisted upward.

“There isn’t much time left before we meet again.”

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“They really do come all at once.”

I arrived at the Patriarch’s Reception Hall that I had seen before departing for Valcar, letting out a hollow laugh.

Chamber had good reason to be confident she could send me directly to the Patriarch’s Hall. Spatial magic seemed to have advanced even further.

‘Of course, it’s because Zigheart opened the way.’

No matter how refined teleportation magic was, it would be impossible to reach this place if blocking magic had been installed.

This was only possible now because arrangements had been made in advance with the Zigheart Magic Tower.

“Damn, that’s fast.”

Martha swallowed dryly, finding the dimensional gate so convenient it was almost frightening.

“What exactly is magic supposed to be?”

She clicked her tongue briefly, saying she couldn’t understand it.

“It’s definitely different from warriors like us.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head, saying it would only give him a headache trying to figure it out.

“I have a rough idea….”

Lunan blinked, mentioning that magic had its own unique flow.

“Stop spouting nonsense. You’re the most gullible one among us.”

Martha waved her hand dismissively, telling him to quit talking rubbish.

“But I’m serious…?”

Lunan nodded calmly, insisting he truly felt the flow of magic.

“Ughhhh….”

Crain stretched his arms overhead, releasing a stiff groan.

“Finally, we can rest a bit.”
“I needed time to organize the supplies I gathered.”

Dorian chuckled, saying he should organize the items he’d obtained from Valcar as provisions.

“The meeting is over. When should we gather for the next mission?”

Trevin approached Raon and asked when the task of dealing with the Dragon would take place.

“When? What are you talking about?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who had relaxed their posture.

“You must have heard the conversation with the Head of House just now. We found the Dragon, so we need to move immediately.”

I shook my head, saying it wasn’t when—it was now, right now.

“Huh…?”
“That ‘right now’ was actually right now?”
“No rest, no break at all?”

The swordsmen exhaled in disbelief, not expecting to move immediately.

“Yes. I’m leaving right now.”

I nodded, signaling that we should depart immediately.

“Just as expected of the Lord.”

Mark Goeten chuckled calmly, as if he’d anticipated this.

“I don’t understand you all. Don’t you know our crazy Lord by now?”

Martha snorted, telling them to get their heads on straight.

“Right. Going immediately is the right call….”

Lunan Slion nodded, having expected me to move at once.

“Everyone prepare to head to Mirtan Village.”

I held up one finger, giving them one minute to get ready.

“Huh?”
“Are we going too?”
“Usually only the Lord and executives go on information gathering missions.”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen tilted their heads, confused by this unusual situation.

“There’s naturally a reason for it.”

I told them they’d understand once they came along, then opened the door to the Audience Chamber and stepped outside.

“There must be a purpose to this.”
“Come on, let’s hurry.”
“Let’s move out….”

Martha, Burren Zigheart, and Lunan Slion immediately followed behind me, ready to go anywhere.

“What is this….”
“I feel uneasy….”
“Ugh….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, who had spent over a decade alongside Raon, seemed to sense something ominous in his laughter and departed from the Patriarch’s Hall with weakened steps.

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Because the entire Gwangpung Hall sprinted at full speed using their movement techniques, they were able to arrive at Mirtan Village before sunset.

Clang! Clang!

Raon let out a faint smile as he heard the sound of hammers ringing through the darkening sky.

‘That sound never fails to lift my spirits.’

The heat rising from Mirtan and the sound of hammers mysteriously calmed my turbulent heart.

The reason I occasionally visited Mirtan under the pretext of seeing Balkan was to hear the hammering of the craftsmen.

‘I’d like to keep listening, but today I have another purpose.’

Raon gestured to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and ascended the main street of Mirtan Village.

By the time I noticed the path growing narrower, Balkan’s Smithy at the top of the village came into view.

‘He’s repaired the damaged sections.’

The walls and roof of the smithy were as clean as if newly constructed. It seemed Aris had repaired all the damage from when she obtained the black sword.

Knock, knock.

As I rapped on the smithy door with my fist, Balkan emerged with his darkly tanned face. His flushed cheeks suggested he had been drinking.

“You were supposed to be in Valcar, yet here you are already?”

Balkan blinked his eyes, wondering why I had arrived so quickly.

“Chamber sent me by magic.”

I bowed my head, saying that thanks to Chamber, I was able to return quickly.

“It seems this is quite an important matter.”

Valcan lowered his brows, apparently realizing that finding the Dragon was more important than he had initially thought.

“Yes, that’s right.”

I nodded and looked deeper into Balkan’s Smithy.

“Who is this person who knows about that Dragon?”

I licked my lips, anticipating whose name would come from Valcan’s mouth.

“Hmph, judging by your expression, you already know everything. Go meet them yourself.”

Valcan chuckled and stepped out of the Smithy. Behind him, Borgos, the chieftain of the Gray Hammer Clan with his beard neatly braided, waved the hand holding his beer mug.

“It’s me.”

Borgos nodded plainly. As I had anticipated upon receiving the letter, he possessed information about the Dragon in hiding.

“But it seems you already knew it would be me.”

Borgos narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“Yes. There’s no one else in Mirtan Village who would know about it besides you, Borgos.”

I nodded, saying that Borgos was the only person in Mirtan Village who would know about the Dragon.

“Then I can speak directly.”

Borgos took a swig of beer while looking not only at me but also at the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall behind me.

“You humans probably know this as well, but Dwarves are the most skilled race in craftsmanship. We handle not only weapons, but also jewels and gold.”

He suddenly boasted of the Dwarves’ talents and set down his beer mug.

“However, that remarkable talent does not always bring only light.”

Borgos bit his lip as he looked up into the empty air.

“Dragons love shiny things like crows do. Most of them just end up stealing what others possess, but there are some who are wickedly vicious.”

He trembled his thick fingers.

“Desiuros, the Spear Dragon.”

Borgos brought his trembling hands together and parted his lips.

“He is an evil dragon who keeps Dwarf tribes as slaves and forces them to endlessly craft jewels and ornaments of his desire.”

He swallowed dryly, mentioning that beneath Desiuros, Dwarves and humans are raised like slaves.

“He regards himself as a god.”

Borgos bit his lip, saying that Desiuros had already abandoned his role as a mediator.

“A filthy creature indeed.”

Burren bit his lip until it bled, unable to contain his fury.

“Exactly. There are so many wretches among the lizards. No, it’s harder to find a decent one.”

Martha raised her fist, calling them a race more vile than humans.

“Disgusting….”

Lunan furrowed his brows deeply, as if his heart had turned pitch black.

“Enslaving Dwarves and humans? We can’t leave him alone!”
“Right. He’s no different from the Black Tower!”
“No, worse—at least those Black Tower bastards were aware of their own wickedness!”
“How could a so-called mediator do such things….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall also cried out in anger.

“I’m glad you all say that.”

I nodded calmly as I observed the Gwangpung Hall swordmasters.

“Of course!”
“Even if it’s a Dragon, enslaving weaker races is something that should never happen!”
“It’s a creature that must be cut down!”

The swordmasters clenched their fists, insisting they had to fight and save the Dwarves and people no matter what.

“Right. Let’s fight then.”

I smiled and tapped the Heavenly Sword lightly.

“You all will.”

I crossed my arms, saying I would step back.

“Pardon?”
“If it’s you all….”
“W-wait, surely not us?”
“Yes. This Dragon….”

I nodded calmly as if I were simply going on an outing.

“You’re the ones catching it, not me.”

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