The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 729

Chapter 729

 

The heads of the Six Kings concluded their secret meeting, resolving to expose the true identity of Derus Robert during the Conference of the Six Kings to be held in a week.

[It'll work out... right?]

The Magic Tower’s master looked around nervously, shifting her gaze from side to side.

[Even if it doesn’t, we have to make it work! Don’t you know the spirit of a magician?]

Chamber glared at the Magic Tower’s master, frowning deeply.

[Ah, shouting all of a sudden gave me a headache.]

Chamber complained about a sugar deficiency as she pulled out a new lollipop and put it in her mouth.

[Since the meeting will be held at the Union, I’ll have a lot of work to do.]

Ogram shrugged, saying he'd do his best even though it was bothersome.

[I will also do my best to cooperate.]

King Lecross nodded as he lifted himself slightly from his throne.

[Do I... do I have to go too?]

The Magic Tower’s master raised her head slowly like a turtle.

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

Chamber twisted her mouth, signaling that she was serious.

[Hiiik….]

The Magic Tower’s master trembled, muttering that she would attend.

“Then, let’s meet at the conference.”

Glenn waved his hand as if to conclude the conversation.

[Yeah!]

The Magic Tower’s master was the first to wave goodbye and promptly ended the magic video.

[Typical shut-in behavior. Disappears so quickly. If she doesn’t show up this time, I’ll really have to go destroy the Magic Tower.]

Chamber snorted and disappeared from the screen.

[I’ll be waiting.]

[We’ll meet again soon.]

Ogram and king Lecross also finished their brief farewells and ended the magic video.

Raon bowed his head to the disappearing heads of the Six Kings before turning around.

“…….”

Even though the meeting was over, Glenn remained standing in front of the throne, his gaze calm and steady.

“Head of House.”

Raon approached Glenn and knelt down.

“Thank you so much for trusting me. But….”

He bit his lip and raised his gaze.

“How could you stake your life on this, Head of House! Why did you do such a thing?”

For the first time, Raon raised his voice at Glenn.

He had made up a few lies in order to catch Derus, so his heart nearly stopped when he heard that Glenn had staked his life on Raon’s words. He couldn't comprehend the situation and felt utterly frustrated.

“You and I are the same.”

Glenn nodded as if that was all there was to it, his expression serene.

“Um….”

Raon swallowed hard as he looked into Glenn’s calm eyes.

‘What does he mean by saying we’re the same?’

Every time he thinks about it, that old man has a knack for speaking in riddles!

Even Wrath frowned, indicating he didn’t understand either.

Let’s just end this and go get something to eat!

‘I’m sorry, but today it's nadine bread.’

Raon shook his head, not looking at Wrath.

N-Nadine bread? Are you crazy! There’s so much delicious food in the world, why would you eat nadine bread!

‘The head of house has staked his life. I’m short on time.’

Since Glenn had trusted him, Raon felt he had to repay that trust. There was no time for eating or sleeping.

Ugh, that old man, really!

Wrath trembled with frustration, clenching his small fists.

“Raon.”

As Raon was about to leave the audience chamber, Glenn raised his hand.

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

Glenn descended from the platform, as if inviting Raon to share a meal.

“Ah….”

Raon blinked. He wanted to return immediately and resume his training, but he couldn't refuse Glenn's words.

“I’ll prepare it right away.”

Roenn quickly dashed out of the audience chamber, not even giving Raon a chance to decline.

Yessss!

Naturally, Wrath was the most pleased by the turn of events.

Grandpa, you’re the best!

Wrath was so pleased that the dry nadine bread was being replaced with a gourmet meal that he upgraded Glenn from “old man” to “grandpa.” It was a true display of his fickleness.

‘This is exhausting….’

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The dinner between the grandfather and his grandson was conducted in utter silence.

Had it not been for the occasional clinking of utensils, it would have felt like they were eating in a library.

‘Ugh….’

Raon sighed silently as he cut into the meat served as the main dish.

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

The atmosphere was so heavy that he couldn't even tell if he was chewing meat or rubber.

It melts in my mouth!

But Wrath, his cheeks flushed with happiness, smiled as he savored the food.

As expected, a rich grandpa is the best!

He continued to refer to Glenn as “grandpa” because of how delicious the meal was.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Raon felt even more drained because of Wrath. To finish the meal quickly, he gulped down the meat in one bite.

Y-You uncultured brute!

‘Yes, I’m uncultured.’

Ignoring Wrath’s complaints, Raon waited for dessert when Glenn put down his knife and fork and looked up.

“Raon.”

“Yes, head of house.”

Raon straightened his posture and looked at Glenn.

“Unresolved worries are poison to a warrior’s heart. If something is troubling you, don’t hesitate to speak to me.”

Glenn nodded as if he didn’t mind what it was. His voice was much gentler than it had been in the audience chamber, lingering softly in Raon’s ears.

“Ah, yes….”

Raon swallowed hard as he looked into Glenn’s slightly faded eyes.

‘Could it be that he staked his life on my words because he pitied me for suffering in silence, unable to say Derus’ name?’

If not, there seemed to be no other reason for Glenn to say such things now.

“The time for you, me, and Sylvia to be together has flowed by, distant despite being close.”

Glenn looked at Raon, slightly biting his lip.

“It’s difficult to recover lost time, but I hope we can walk together more closely from now on.”

He didn’t know how much time he had left. As Sheryl and Roenn had advised, it was time to muster the courage.

‘However….’

It was embarrassing to express these feelings to a grandson he had never even embraced, and his face flushed with heat. His words faltered.

“Ahem!”

Glenn quickly averted his gaze, unable to look Raon directly in the eye.

“…….”

Raon’s fingertips trembled as he watched Glenn’s ears turn as red as autumn leaves.

Judging by his reaction, it seemed Glenn was speaking sincerely.

“…I will keep that in mind.”

Raon nodded, realizing that Glenn wanted to grow closer to both him and Sylvia. He made a mental note to arrange a moment for them to connect once this ordeal was over.

“Then, you may leave now.”

Glenn waved his hand as if to indicate that it was time to go.

“Please take care.”

Raon bowed once more to Glenn before leaving the dining room.

Sigh, you’re such a frustrating fool.

Wrath clicked his tongue in disappointment.

‘What now?’

On a day like today, you should have called him grandfather! How can you just leave like that, all stiff and formal?

Wrath scrunched his brow, muttering that Raon seriously lacked human decency.

‘...Is that really right?’

Having no family in either his previous life or this one other than Sylvia and the maids, it was hard for Raon to believe Wrath’s words.

‘Should I do it now then…?’

Raon wanted to do something, even something small, to express his gratitude to Glenn for everything today.

Time that has passed never comes back!

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

‘Hmm….’

You frustrating fool! It seems you need to take an ethics and morality lecture from me!

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

Hmm? Mint chocolate... Huh!

Suddenly, Wrath, who had been muttering about mint chocolate, jerked his head back.

We haven't had dessert yet! Go back right now!

Wrath, realizing that they hadn’t had dessert yet, grabbed Raon by the collar and shook him.

‘I’m sorry, but….’

Raon shrugged off Wrath with a casual shrug.

Time that has passed never comes back.’

Whaaaa!

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[...So it’s settled then. The conference will be held at the Beast Union in a week. Will you be able to attend?]

“Of course.”

Derus Robert gave a calm smile to Chamber, who was reflected on the blue screen.

[Then, I’ll see you there.]

Chamber waved her hand, holding a lollipop, and then ended the magic video.

“......”

Even after the communication magic was turned off, Derus didn’t leave his office.

He stood by the window, enjoying the fading sunlight, before turning into a wisp of gray smoke and disappearing.

Derus Robert reappeared at the peak of the towering Lushein mountain, located west of house Robert’s territory.

He entered a hidden pit behind a familiar boulder with confident steps.

As he descended the stairs, darker than a moonless night, assassins standing guard bowed their heads to him.

Ignoring the assassins as if they didn’t exist, Derus stepped into the underground cave.

After tidying his clothes, he walked to the center of the eerie space, where dried blood had turned the stones red.

In the center of this grotesque space, a man wearing a blue dragon helmet sat shirtless on a rock.

“Greetings, Sir Derus.”

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

“Vardiel. The fact that you’re here means...”

The real Derus Robert gestured lightly toward Vardiel.

“...The Six Kings have decided on something, haven’t they?”

He smiled faintly, as if anticipating everything.

“Yes. The conference will be held at the Beast Union in a week.”

Vardiel raised his head and relayed all the information he had heard from Chamber.

“Any word from him?”

Derus gestured with his chin as he received a coat from Kubara.

“Not yet.”

“I see.”

Derus nodded with a subtle smile, as if he expected this.

“How’s your body holding up?”

“There was never a problem with my body from the beginning.”

Derus shook his head calmly.

“When I was wounded by Glenn Zieghart, it wasn’t my body, but my soul.”

“Then...”

“There’s no need to worry. I’ve mostly recovered. In fact, I’ve gained something from it.”

He placed his hand on his chest, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.

“So you’ll be attending the conference in person?”

Vardiel averted his gaze, unable to meet Derus’ eyes as he asked.

“As I said, even if you attend with that appearance, you won’t be able to escape the gaze of those old men of the Six Kings.”

“It’s not about appearance, it’s because your power is too weak that they’ll inevitably notice.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if it couldn’t be helped.

“Sir Derus, you must consider the possibility that this conference is a trap.”

Vardiel clasped his hands together, cautioning Derus to be careful.

“I’m aware. The fact that it’s a week away and will be held at the Beast Union is suspiciously convenient.”

Derus nodded, indicating that he had already taken this into consideration.

“It’s obvious what those old men are aiming for.”

He chuckled lightly as he removed his black glove. A scar that had changed from a single line to a cross was engraved on the back of his hand.

“They’ll definitely use every trick in the book to expose this scar.”

Even during the war, when he used super-regeneration, the scar on the back of his hand had not healed, so their plan was likely to force him to expose this wound.

‘But I don’t understand.’

Raon Zieghart. I’m curious about who he really is.

The fact that he blocked my surprise attack and left a wound that even super regeneration can’t heal… It makes me wonder if he’s not just the assassin Raon I knew, but something else entirely.

‘Is he an envoy sent by the heaven? No, by hell, to stop me?’

Derus chuckled, muttering that it was absurd.

“Then, I’ll take my leave.”

Vardiel took a deep breath and placed his hand on the back of his head.

Gray, mud-like substance flowed down his entire body, and the face of the handsome Derus turned into that of a cold-faced young man.

Squelch.

Vardiel handed the gray, living, mud-like substance to Derus. This liquid was the

ancient artifact known as the Doppelganger’s Skin.

“You’ve done well.”

Derus Robert received the Doppelganger’s Skin and placed it on the scar on his hand.

Ssssss.

As the Doppelganger’s Skin evaporated with a white smoke, the two scars on the back of his hand vanished as if they had never existed.

It was as though the gouged skin had fully regenerated.

“Even Glenn Zieghart won’t be able to detect this.”

Derus smirked as he stroked the back of his hand.

The Doppelganger’s Skin was a special artifact that ignored aura, magic, and even sorcery.

Since it only covered the back of his hand and not his entire body, even the heads of the Six Kings wouldn’t be able to find it.

If they forced him to expose the energy of death, his identity would be exposed regardless of the scar, but that was impossible since he had already sealed it away.

“I’d actually prefer if they suspected me.”

If they suspected him first and found nothing, he could gain much from those old men of the Six Kings, so he hoped this conference would be a trap as he licked his lips.

“Even so, please remain cautious.”

Kubara, dressed in a maid’s uniform, bowed her head.

“Of course.”

Derus nodded lightly.

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

He repeated Lephon’s name in a voice devoid of any warmth.

“You should also prepare for what comes next.”

"Yes."

"Understood."

Vardiel and Kubara bowed their heads and disappeared from the cave.

"Beorn."

Derus removed his blue dragon helmet and gestured to his right with a nod.

"There’s probably someone you want to see. Want to come along?"

"I have no interest."

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

"How dull."

Derus chuckled softly and tossed the blue dragon helmet into the air.

Thud!

As the helmet hit the ground, a sound like metal being crushed echoed from the underground floor.

"The Conference of the Six Kings, huh…."

Derus leaned against the blood-stained wall of the cave, his lips curling into a smirk.

"The remaining week will be tedious."

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Raon opened his eyes to the sound of birds chirping, heralding the dawn.

Fwoosh.

A colorless blade was burning in his grip.

So, you've finally completed it....

Wrath frowned, as if in disbelief.

It's not too bad, but the power you've created isn't that strong. It won't work on many people.

He waved his hand, saying it might be a waste of time.

'I don't care if it doesn't work on everyone.'

Raon nodded calmly.

'As long as it works on just one person, that's enough.'

He took a deep breath and let the newly refined Blade That Severs Death settle within him.

It was a trait that burdened both his body and soul, but if it meant exposing Derus' true identity, he could endure it.

‘Derus Robert.’

Raon clenched his fists until they bled as he watched the sun warmly rise, signaling the start of the Conference of the Six Kings.

‘Today, I’ll tear off your mask in front of everyone.’ 

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