The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 733

 Chapter 733

 

From the moment Raon met Derus Robert—no, from the very moment he convened the Six Kings' secret meeting—he began to lie.

He shouted that they should aim for the wound on the back of his hand instead of the energy of death, because he was certain that Derus' subordinates might be lurking during the secret video conference.

In reality, rather than targeting the wound on the back of the hand, he trained exclusively in the Blade That Severs Death to draw out the energy of death that Derus had sealed away.

Thanks to his tireless efforts day and night, the Blade That Severs Death had already reached three stars, despite being a newly created trait.

Even after arriving at the Beast Union, the deceptions continued.

It was clear that Derus’ spies had arrived here first to assess the situation, so Raon didn’t show any signs that he was targeting Derus and instead maintained a calm demeanor as if he had come only to escort Glenn.

‘It was the same when I met Derus.’

As soon as Derus arrived, Raon used the Light Wind Flow to give the impression that he was searching the energy of death, not the wound on Derus' hand. (Light Wind Style changed to Light Wind Flow)

Then, while shaking hands with Derus, he subtly examined the back of his hand, dropping hints that he had abandoned the idea of targeting the energy of death.

Since Raon moved so subtly that Derus barely noticed, it was only natural that Derus' focus remained on the wound on his hand.

‘That was the real beginning.’

Derus was excessively suspicious and cautious, almost to the point of obsession. So even during the sparring, when Raon grabbed Derus’ wrist, he didn’t immediately target the energy of death.

He first drew Derus’ attention to the wound on his hand.

The moment Derus’ focus was drawn to the fire of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Raon unleashed the Blade that Severs Death, which he had kept hidden in his heart.

There was only one chance, and Raon seized it, plunging the Blade that Severs Death deep into the darkness that lay buried within Derus' soul.

A sharp sensation, as if he had wielded a real sword, came along with the convulsions that wracked Derus' entire body.

Derus' pupils turned black, and a pitch-black flame ignited at the tips of his fingers. The energy of death that he was supposed to keep hidden even at the cost of his life had lost control and erupted wildly.

But that wasn’t the only result Raon had achieved.

With a flash!

A grayish mist poured from Derus’ hand, revealing a crisscrossed scar on the back of his hand.

Both pieces of evidence irrefutably confirmed that Derus Robert was the blue dragon helmet swordsman.

W-What is this!

Wrath dropped his jaw in disbelief.

Why did the energy of death burst out? Weren’t you targeting the wound on his hand?

‘This was my plan from the start.’

Raon twisted his lips upward. Everything had been a lie to the point where even Wrath, who was always with him, was confused, allowing him to deceive Derus Robert.

“Hah…”

“So, he was aiming for the energy of death from the start, not the wound on his hand?”

“He even fooled us…”

“He’s truly insane.”

“Ah…”

Even Glenn and the heads of the Six Kings, who were aware of the plan, were so taken aback by the situation that their lips trembled.

”…You despicable bastard!”

Derus revealed a ghastly expression as he thrust his pitch-black eyes forward.

It was like seeing an enemy of Zieghart’s first head of house, who was once known as Anima.

‘Despicable bastard…?’

Raon couldn't help but chuckle. Those were the exact words he had cursed at Derus Robert just before dying in his previous life.

“It’s not despicable, it’s thorough, Derus Robert.”

Raon returned the words Derus had once muttered in mockery, without missing a single syllable.

He must have realized that I am the assassin Raon because of that unerasable wound on his hand.

Derus' pupils dilated as if he had just realized that Raon was returning the exact same words to him.

As Raon saw Derus' distorted face, he felt a refreshing sensation as if the resentment he had accumulated for over 20 years had been instantly washed away.

“That… that’s the energy of death, isn’t it?”

“It’s so intense that it’s hard to breathe, it must be the energy of death…”

“There’s also a wound on his hand! The scar the Six Kings was searching for!”

“The blue dragon helmet swordsman is… De-Derus Robert?”

“That can’t be…”

Even the warriors of the neutral faction gulped as they became convinced that Derus was indeed the blue dragon helmet swordsman.

“D-dad?”

Lephone Robert, in disbelief, was unable to move a single finger, trembling where he stood.

“Raon!”

Derus, having lost his composure, thrust his sword forward, his face turning red with rage.

The energy of death he unleashed formed a pitch-black net that closed in from all directions.

Rumble!

Even as the energy of death surged toward him like a wave, Raon didn’t react. From this point on, this was no longer his fight to handle.

Screech!

A massive strike descended from the sky, splitting apart the energy of death that was storming in from all directions.

“How dare you.”

Glenn, who had shredded all of Derus’ energy with the Azure Sword Sky, landed in front of Raon.

His eyes were filled with cold, murderous intent, as if he was truly enraged.

"You, seriously."

Chamber, crunching the candy in her mouth, spread her hands.

From her small fists, silver mana bloomed, slashing through the energy of death around Derus as if toying with it.

Shiiing!

A black blade followed the silver gleam. The Silent Sword Sovereign, Lecross, unleashed a majestic slash that radiated a powerful energy.

Boom!

Derus tried to pull the energy of death to defend himself, but the Silent Sword Sovereign crushed his chest with the force of his sword. A gruesome wound, as if scooped out with a shovel, gushed blood.

“Ugh! Gahh!”

Even in excruciating pain, Derus sharpened the energy of death and shot it at Raon.

“N-no…”

When Larian spread her long, slender fingers, Derus froze in place like a puppet on strings, trembling all over. It was one of the five specialties of the Magic Tower’s master, the Thread Magic.

“Grr…”

As Derus tried to bring his limbs to his chest to break free from the Thread Magic, the Beast King Ogram surged up behind him.

Whaam!

Ogram, determined to exact revenge for the ambush he had suffered, unleashed a barrage of Raging Sea punches not at Derus' front but from behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A thunderous noise, as if a mountain were collapsing, rang out, and Derus staggered, vomiting black blood.

The moment Derus closed his eyes in shock, Raon kicked off the ground. Trusting in Glenn’s protection, he lunged forward, stabbing Derus in the abdomen with both the divine sword and the demonic sword.

"Cough!"

As Derus, coughing up blood, collapsed, Raon delivered a punch to his face.

Bang!

With an explosive sound that seemed to twist the earth itself, Derus was slammed into the ground.

“Haa…”

Raon exhaled deeply, stepping back. His hands trembled.

For the first time in his life, he felt both a deep sense of satisfaction and an even deeper wrath.

“Kufff...Kuurgh…”

Derus, now drenched in blood, let out a pained groan.

“You really pack a punch.”

Ogram, brushing off his steaming fists, grinned at Raon.

“How does it feel to be hit from behind, Derus Robert?”

He smirked, mocking Derus.

“D-Damn you…”

Derus, surrounded by the Transcenders of the Six Kings, crawled along the ground. His hands shook with rage and pain.

You should have hit him more. Why did you stop? Your grudge over your favorite food is deep! You should have made him suffer longer!

Wrath, waving his hand up and down, recalled Raon's words from the first Conference of the Six Kings, even though those words were mere nonsense used as an excuse to Wrath for why he harbored such deep resentment and hatred toward Derus.

‘That bastard still has strength left.’

Raon calmly shook his head. Despite Derus suffering serious injuries, his energy hadn’t diminished significantly.

Since there was a possibility that he could take him hostage to escape this situation, stopping here was the best course of action.

You knew it?

Wrath nodded calmly.

You’re sharp in strange situations.

He wrinkled his nose, thinking Raon's perceptiveness seemed disproportionately focused in certain areas.

"We can't kill him yet."

Chamber shook her head and stood beside Ogram.

"There are mountains of things we need to ask this guy."

She lifted her witch's hat, emphasizing the amount of information they needed to uncover.

"That's correct."

Raon lowered his gaze and bit his lip. Even now, Derus was conducting human experiments, holding numerous people captive, and raising assassins.

To stop him, they needed to make him talk.

"First, we need to find out why he did this."

King Lecross approached Derus’ right side, swinging his sword, ready to strike if Derus said anything wrong.

"I-I just want to take care of this quickly…."

The Magic Tower’s master trembled slightly, even as she restrained Derus with the Thread Magic.

"He-Head of house!"

"Wha-What is the meaning of this!"

"Stop this at once!"

The Heroic Sword squad and Martial Power division of house Robert rushed to protect Derus.

But their steps halted before they could reach the training ground.

"You can't go."

Roenn, exuding a chilling killing intent, pointed his sword at the neck of Varian, the Heroic Sword squad leader.

"After seeing that sight, you still call him the head of house? It seems you’re in league with him too."

Sheryl, too, pointed her sword at the neck of Martial Power division leader Berun, her eyes cold.

"Ugh…"

"That's not true! The head of house would never do such a thing!"

Unlike Varian, the Martial Power division leader Berun shouted, unable to believe the situation.

"Da-Dad…"

"What on earth would make someone like you, who lacks nothing, do such a thing?"

"Hooo…"

Derus didn’t answer, just let out a long sigh.

"To think you wouldn't rush at me in this situation, you’re not in your right mind."

He looked at Raon with a calm, rational gaze, as if he had regained his composure.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt pain like this.”

Derus touched the deep sword wound in his chest and let out a hollow breath.

As his hand touched it, the wound, which looked fatal, began to slowly heal. It wasn’t just an ability, it felt like some kind of power.

"Don't move."

Glenn narrowed his eyes, pointing Heavenly Tremor at Derus' throat.

Lephone, who had collapsed to the ground, trembled as he pressed his hands into the dirt. 

“Are you really that monster? It can’t be, right? Please, tell me it’s not true!”

Despite knowing about the wound of the blue dragon helmet swordsman, Lephone desperately shook his head, refusing to believe it.

"Hah…"

Raon sighed briefly as he watched.

'So only the Heroic Sword squad leader and the maids know?'

Judging by the situation, it seemed the Martial Power division and Lephone Robert didn’t know about Derus' true identity.

Even though it left a bitter taste in his mouth, he couldn’t afford to stop now.

"Derus Robert."

Glenn stood in front of Derus, lowering his red gaze.

"You won’t be able to escape from here."

Chamber twisted her chin, smirking at Derus.

"We’ve blocked both teleportation magic and dimensional gates. No matter what you try, it’s useless."

"Yeah. It's no use. S-Surrender…."

The Magic Tower’s master shook her head, saying there was no way for him to escape.

"Your son is watching. Don’t disgrace yourself any further."

King Lecross let out a low sigh as he watched the sobbing Lephone.

"Derus Robert. It really was you…."

Ogram clenched his fists so tightly that blood dripped from his hands as he ground his teeth.

"Yes, it's me."

Raon met Derus’ twisted gaze and tightened his grip on Heavenly Drive.

“I learned from you. To deceive someone suspicious, I had to deceive everyone around me first.”

“Kuhahahaha!”

Derus grabbed his forehead and burst into maniacal laughter.

“Yes, that’s so like ‘Raon.’ One mistake is enough for you.”

He nodded as if he understood.

"When did you realize? Was it during the recent war?"

Raon nodded his chin toward Derus. It was a question of when Derus realized Raon had reincarnated.

Derus slowly stood up. Even though his entire body was drenched in blood, a cold energy surged, overwhelming the surroundings.

"The blue dragon helmet swordsman who ambushed you and tried to kill Glenn Zieghart was me."

He admitted his true identity, twisting his blood-red lips into a smile.

"Why? Why would you do such a thing!"

Ogram grabbed Derus by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

"What could you possibly lack!"

"You wouldn’t understand."

Derus smirked and shook his head. He looked at Raon, not Glenn or Lecross, as he laughed.

"Everything was a deception. You really prepared thoroughly. I anticipated all the actions of these old men, but I never expected you to act this way."

“No. It was from the very beginning.”

"What?"

"I don't believe in coincidences."

Derus let his arm hang limply and rolled his eyes.

"This wound has been bleeding for a long time. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but over time, I discovered the common cause."

He extended his hand, blood still dripping from the wound on his backhand.

"Raon. Whenever you achieved something, or when something I prepared was destroyed, my backhand would start bleeding. When the two coincided, so much blood poured out that the inside of my glove would be soaked."

He laughed as he licked the blood from the back of his hand.

“My suspicions grew stronger after your first Conference of the Six Kings, and I became certain after…”

Derus continued, raising three fingers.

"After all the assassins I sent to kill you died, the controlled zombie assassin factory was destroyed. That incident was the work of someone who knew me well, and afterward, I heard news that you had returned to Zieghart alive. There was a significant time difference, but I was sure. You were Raon."

He clenched his fist with his wounded hand as if to say he had figured it all out.

"Once I reached that conclusion, everything fell into place—the shadow factory, the underwater dungeon, and the controlled zombie assassin factory. All the answers became clear."

Derus smiled with confidence, as if he had deduced the entire process from the answers.

"And finally…."

He revealed his teeth, soaked in red, as he showed the now-clean wound.

"The only one who could leave such an indelible wound is you."

Derus twisted his eyes bizarrely and laughed.

“If I hadn’t noticed that, I wouldn’t deserve to keep my head on my shoulders.”

He shook his head, warning not to underestimate him.

"Ah…"

Kubara swallowed dryly as she watched Derus laugh like a madman.

‘So Raon Zieghart really was the assassin Raon.’

Although Kubara trusted and respected Derus, he couldn't accept that Raon Zieghart was the same Raon he thought had already died.

She heard him talk about it every day, but she never took it seriously. She never imagined it could be true.

Derus was just as terrifying as Raon.

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Raon bit his lip as he looked at Derus, who was so certain.

‘As expected, that bastard is dangerous.’

He had assumed Derus realized it through the wound on the back of his hand during the recent war, but it turned out he had been suspecting and sure of it even before then. Such thoughts are not those of a sane person.

Derus Robert was the most insane person in this world.

“What nonsense is that guy spouting now?” Ogram furrowed his brow in confusion.

“He’s pretending to be crazy. He’s trying to escape this situation.”

Chamber shouted, warning everyone not to let their guard down, as she surrounded herself with multiple layers of mana shields.

“I-I’m scared…”

The Magic Tower’s master hid behind Chamber, strengthening the Thread Magic.

“Yeah. Everyone will think it’s nonsense. But…”

Derus lifted his dry gaze.

“As long as you and I know, that’s enough.”

He giggled, as if he were enjoying himself.

“Stop stalling with pointless chatter and answer my question.”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, pointing Heavenly Tremor at Derus' forehead.

“What is your goal?”

“My goal? That is…”

Derus was about to lick the blood trickling down his forehead and part his lips when—

Boom!

Thick veins bulged from the bodies of the Martial Power division members, and then they exploded.

Although it wasn’t as powerful as the controlled zombie assassins, the massive shockwave was strong enough to make the ground tremble and spread in all directions.

Wooooooong!

Derus seized the opportunity to unleash the energy of death and his original Sky Mountain Powerful Energy, slashing through the heads of the Six Kings’ encirclement.

“Hold your positions!”

“Don’t break the formation!”

“He won’t escape from here anyway!”

Glenn, Chamber, and Ogram didn’t take their eyes off the explosion of the Martial Power division and blocked every escape route for Derus.

“Hah, these old men are really troublesome.”

Derus hadn’t moved from his spot, but he now held something in his hand that wasn’t there before.

“D-dad?”

Lephone Robert, who had been standing beside the Heroic Sword squad, was now in Derus’ grasp.

“What is this—”

Even Glenn hadn’t seen it happen, and his eyes widened in shock.

“What the…”

Raon’s lips trembled.

It felt as though Lephone had been in Derus’ grasp from the very beginning.

“You… could it be…”

Chamber furrowed her brow and turned her head.

“You’re using your son as a hostage?”

She twisted her lips in disbelief.

“You really are out of your mind…”

“Hostage?”

Derus pulled Lephone in closer, a twisted smile curling on his lips.

"You still see this as a human?"

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