The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 748

 Chapter 748

 

“Master of the Holy Sword Alliance?”

The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered as she looked at Rector through the last gray window.

“You think someone like you can handle the Holy Sword Alliance?”

She waved her hand dismissively as if brushing off nonsense.

“That’s none of your concern. I’ve already taken the position of master of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Rector sneered back at the White Blood Religion’s leader, turning his chin aside.

“How arrogant.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader uncrossed her legs and leaned her upper body forward.

"You, an old man who always hides behind the previous master of the Holy Sword Alliance, dare to speak?"

She radiated killing intent, asking if Rector wanted to die as soon as he became the Holy Sword Alliance’s master.

“Just wait a moment.”

The Fallen raised his hand, gesturing toward the White Blood Religion’s leader, and then turned his gaze to Rector.

“Sir Rector. By calling yourself the alliance master, does that mean you’ve taken control of the Holy Sword Alliance?”

"If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have appeared here."

Rector nodded with dry eyes.

“Impressive. However…”

The Fallen’s gaze started to turn red.

“To devour that massive Holy Sword Alliance as if you were waiting for it… It seems you had prepared everything before the previous alliance master even died.”

He revealed his snake-like eyes as if trying to gauge Rector’s reaction.

“Hm…”

Derus Robert stroked his chin, reclining further into the throne as if he found the situation amusing.

“Think whatever you want.”

Rector did not fall for the provocation from either the White Blood Religion’s leader or the Fallen.

“If my presence bothers you, I’ll leave.”

His voice was cold, without a trace of regret.

“Fine. Get lost.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered and nodded.

“Someone like you isn’t needed here anyway.”

She twisted her lips, saying she could handle everything herself.

“Let’s hold off.”

Derus interjected between the White Blood Religion’s leader and Rector, extending his hand.

"Even if there are a few uncertainties, the Five Demons are more united than ever. To neglect a force like the Holy Sword Alliance at a time like this would be foolish."

He glanced at the White Blood Religion’s leader, saying there was no harm in maintaining the Five Demons.

“The reason the Holy Sword Alliance was powerful was because of its alliance master! Do you think that old man can replace that sword-obsessed monster?”

The White Blood Religion’s leader tapped her temple with a pale finger, urging Derus to think carefully.

“Of course not. He knows it better than anyone.”

Derus turned his gaze to Rector, a faint smile on his lips.

“But everyone here can sense that his strength is far beyond that of an ordinary Transcender.”

Even the White Blood Religion’s leader frowned, acknowledging Rector’s strength.

“There’s no one on this continent who can face the Sword Demon, except the head of the Five Kings. Unless the vanished Sword Emperor or War King returns, even the mongrels of the Five Divine Orders are no match.”

Derus spoke with certainty, as if he knew the strength of everyone on the continent.

“That’s not true.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader shook her head, narrowing her eyes.

“There is one, though not widely known, who doesn’t fall behind even compared to that old man….”

"That’s not a card you can play easily, is it?"

Derus smirked, as if he already knew.

“You…”

The White Blood Religion’s leader’s expression turned cold.

“How much do you know?”

“Who knows.”

Derus turned his head without giving an answer.

"Regardless, it's right to acknowledge the Sword Demon’s strength and his swift control over the Holy Sword Alliance. If no one objects, let's proceed with the conference."

He nodded, gesturing for anyone who objected to raise their hand.

The Fallen and the Black Tower’s master didn’t lift a finger, and though the White Blood Religion’s leader frowned at Derus, she didn’t raise her hand either.

“Now that it’s decided.”

Derus nodded toward Rector.

“Let’s work well together as fellow newcomers.”

“Hmph.”

Rector snorted, as if he had expected this, and leaned back in his chair.

“But…”

The White Blood Religion’s leader glared at Derus, frowning.

“Why is a newcomer like you leading the conference?”

“Because I’m the one who called for it.”

Derus shrugged, as if asking if there was a problem.

“I used the Six Kings’ conference method to open a more discreet channel. That should at least grant me that privilege, don’t you think?”

He motioned with his chin, telling her not to be stingy.

“I don’t mind.”

The Fallen chuckled, as if it didn’t matter to him.

Rumble.

The window reflecting the Black Tower’s master shook as if it might shatter. A menacing wave of energy surged, unclear whether it signaled agreement or rejection.

“Since there’s no opposition, let’s start the confere—”

“Oh, before that.”

The Fallen raised his hand with a cold smile.

“Could you tell us who the archangel you summoned is?”

He asked, his sharp gaze gleaming.

“Archangel Uriel.”

Derus answered without hesitation, revealing Uriel’s name.

“Is that one on our side?”

The White Blood Religion’s leader squinted at Derus.

“It’s not that simple. Let’s call it mutual benefit…”

Derus shook his head calmly.

“I help him with his work, and he helps me with mine. You could say it’s similar to the relationship I have with all of you.”

“So, at the very least, he’s not our enemy.”

Rector crossed his arms and licked his lips.

“That’s right. As long as no one provokes him, Uriel won’t attack the Five Demons. I guarantee it.”

Derus flicked his finger, as if making a promise.

“I don’t like this.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader furrowed her brows deeply.

“What are you hiding?”

“Believe what you want. But as I said, just don’t provoke Uriel. To put it simply, you could even call him the new demon of the Five Demons.”

Derus laughed, saying that including Uriel, they could now call themselves the Six Demons.

“Does that answer your question?”

“…More than enough.”

The Fallen nodded, his calm eyes sinking deeply.

“Then let me ask you something.”

Derus stroked the armrest of his chair as he continued.

“Is the one called the Heavenly Demon not going to make an appearance?”

His eyes flashed darkly.

"I actually went to see him."

The Fallen sighed, as if disappointed.

“I couldn’t even meet him and had to turn back. It seems he has no intention of coming out for now.”

He clicked his tongue, saying it might take some more time.

"Hmph. You can't even handle a single person?"

The White Blood Religion’s leader shot a disdainful glance.

"I’ve told you multiple times, he and I are equals. I can’t just order him around."

The Fallen clasped his hands together, asking for understanding.

"I see."

"Yes, that's correct."

Derus and the Fallen exchanged subtle smiles.

"If all your questions are answered, shall we start the conference?"

Rector frowned as if wanting to end things quickly.

"Impatient, aren’t you? Fine."

Derus nodded and raised his right hand.

"Currently, the Five Kings are using the information network of the Black Market to locate the headquarters of the Five Demons. Once they discover our location, they’ll likely mobilize their Transcenders to erase us in one swift move."

He chuckled, as if already aware of the Black Market's movements.

"In this situation, moving directly is not the best approach. A misstep could lead to us being picked off one by one."

"So, what do you suggest we do?"

The White Blood Religion’s leader waved her pale hand impatiently, urging for a solution.

"At times like this, we shouldn’t make a move from within but rather stir things up from the outside."

"From the outside?"

"Yes. It would be best to build strength from the edges of the continent."

A map of the continent unfolded behind Derus.

"Right now, the Five Kings are using the opportunity of our retreat to grow stronger. If we remain passive, we’ll be crushed by the sheer difference in power. Therefore, we too must strengthen our forces."

As he lifted his finger, light began to glimmer at the edge of the continent.

"The continent is vast, and there are many places where the reach of the Five Kings doesn't extend. The Five Divine Orders also help to obscure their vision."

Derus had already devised a plan, assigning each of the Five Demons to a location where they could grow in strength.

"I don’t like my assigned spot."

The White Blood Religion’s leader wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

"Then I’ll go there."

The Fallen smiled, indifferent to where he would go.

"Do as you please."

Derus nodded, indifferent to who went where.

"The places I’ve designated are unknown lands, filled with ancient relics and dungeons from past eras. Dangerous and treacherous, yes, but the rewards will be more than worth it."

With a cold smile, he clenched his fist.

"Send trustworthy subordinates to grow in strength. We need every sharp blade we can muster for the coming war."

Derus bared his teeth, emphasizing that standing still was not an option.

"Stop stating the obvious."

The White Blood Religion’s leader shook her head in exasperation, wrinkling her forehead.

"And don’t speak in a commanding tone. It makes me want to kill you."

Her eyes gleamed coldly, signaling the need for clear hierarchy.

"I'll remember that."

Derus, unfazed by the killing intent from the White Blood Religion’s leader, smiled serenely.

"Hmph."

She snorted and erased the gray window.

Whoosh.

The third window, which had been showing the Black Tower's master, also disappeared without a word, as he silently ended his participation in the conference.

"This was a useless conference."

Rector also spoke coldly before vanishing from the gray screen.

"Sir Derus, do you…"

The Fallen smiled faintly, staring at the window where Rector had been.

"Do you trust Sir Rector?"

"Hmm?"

Derus raised his hand, signaling for him to continue.

"Rector has saved Raon Zieghart three times. He used the Holy Sword Alliance’s master as an excuse each time, but he might have other motives."

The Fallen ended his words ambiguously, not drawing any firm conclusions.

"We think alike. However, regardless of Rector’s intentions, the truth remains that we need his strength."

A sly smile curled up Derus’ lips.

“And it's also true that there's a way to use him. Isn't that right?”

“It seems you've gathered a lot of information while being a hero. Have you planted spies among us as well?”

Contrary to his words, the Fallen showed a relaxed smile.

"Isn’t it the same for you?"

Derus also nodded slightly with a faint smile.

The two Transcenders exchanged sinister smiles, as if probing each other's true intentions, before ending the conference.

“Clever bastard.”

Derus chuckled as he erased the screen that had been displaying the Fallen.

"Did he meet the Heavenly Demon?"

The Fallen had claimed he hadn’t, but it was clear that he had indeed met the Heavenly Demon.

Even though nothing had been done yet, it was evident that something was being prepared.

"Sir Derus."

Kubara, who had been watching the conference from the back, stepped forward.

“Do you intend to keep the fact that Raon Zieghart possesses the demon king's power a secret?”

Kubara bowed slightly, as if questioning.

"That’s a card too precious for those idiots to use."

Derus shook his head lightly. His cold eyes twisted into a chilling smile.

"Only I, and I alone, have the right to destroy Raon Zieghart."

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"Haa…"

Rector leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh.

"Well done, master. No, alliance master."

Mustan approached Rector and bowed his head.

"It’s fine. Just call me master like always."

Rector weakly waved his hand. His body slumped into the chair as if it had turned to liquid.

"Are you all right?"

"It’s just a bit tiring."

Rector waved away the concern. His body felt as if his very being was drying up.

'They’re not easy opponents, as expected.'

The difference in pressure compared to when he had been watching from behind the Holy Sword Alliance’s master was immense. Even through a video conference, it felt like his lungs were drying up.

'But I can endure it.'

Derus Robert's strength was unfathomably deep and immense, but the remaining three weren’t quite at that level.

He couldn’t win, but he thought he could at least buy a little time.

'Derus and the Fallen must be suspicious of me.'

Those two, with their sharp intellects and strong information networks, certainly suspected him. They must have had ulterior motives.

'But I have to keep going.'

There was no turning back now. He had already climbed onto the tiger’s back—the Five Demons—and even if his flesh and bones were torn apart, he had to ride it to the end.

'For Raon and Sylvia.'

As a father-in-law, as a grandfather, he had done nothing for them.

Even if it meant throwing away this old life of his, he wanted to provide them with the information and opportunities to help them.

"Hoo."

Rector let out a short sigh and lowered his gaze.

"What about the Master of the Formless Sword and the Master of the White Demon Sword?"

"They still refuse to acknowledge you as the alliance master."

Mustan frowned, finding it difficult to convince them.

"Of course. Those two were drawn into this place by the Holy Sword Alliance master’s madness..."

Rector shook his head, muttering how nothing was easy, then his gaze fell upon a squirrel outside the window.

The squirrel, startled, stuffed an unripe fruit into its mouth and scurried down the tree.

"Master?"

"It’s nothing."

Rector stood up from his chair and stepped down from the platform.

“I guess I’ll have to go myself.”

Though his back was broad and sturdy, there was an undeniable air of loneliness about him.

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Claaang!

Raon’s and Burren’s swords clashed, intertwining as if crossing, then separated violently.

“Hah…”

Burren exhaled deeply, bending his waist. He bit his lip with a pale face, as if facing a gigantic wall.

“Not a bad sword.”

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and nodded.

“It’s fast, precise, and sharp. But that’s all. The principle of each sword technique is disconnected.”

The Barren Wind Sword was certainly an excellent swordsmanship, but Burren himself was unable to handle the technique efficiently.

“You know the reason better than anyone.”

Raon struck Burren’s thigh with the flat side of Heavenly Drive.

Thud!

Burren was pushed back and bit his lip.

“Precision imbued with elegance.”

Raon followed Burren, speaking in a cold voice.

“It’s because you can’t let go of the principle you’ve held from the beginning.”

He struck at Burren’s openings, frowning.

“If you want to contain it, then contain it completely. If you want to discard it, discard it completely. But you’re doing neither.”

“Gah!”

Burren coughed out a groan mixed with blood and fell to his knees.

“Huff… Huff…”

He gasped roughly, his chest heaving as if all his strength had left him.

“If you don’t set a clear direction, the gap between you and Martha and Runaan, whom you barely managed to catch up to, will widen again.”

“Hah, I know.”

Burren got up, nodding his head.

“I’ll make a clear decision, so let’s continue.”

As he tried to move again, Raon shook his hand.

“You’ve already reached your limit. If you push further, you won’t improve, you’ll regress due to injuries. Besides, the time’s already up.”

Raon pointed to the night sky with a full moon. The training time had long passed, and most of the swordsmen had already gone to eat dinner.

Eye-glaring brat. His personality really has changed.

Wrath snorted, saying everything had changed except for the way he glared with his eyes.

He has many worries, but in the end, he will rise high.

He clicked his tongue, adding that Burren’s worries would ultimately serve as a stepping stone to becoming stronger.

‘That’s true.’

Raon nodded. He could push Burren harder than anyone because he believed in him.

“Indeed. Time has already…”

Burren smiled regretfully and lowered his sword.

“I’ll have to wait again.”

As he was about to step back for personal training, it happened.

“Sir Ra, Raon! Sir Burren!”

Dorian jumped over the wall with a piece of bread in his mouth.

“The Central Martial Palace’s master has come out of the room of self!”

Dorian waved both arms, saying the palace master had exited the room of self and entered the lord’s manor.

“Are you going too?”

Burren stopped mid-run and looked back.

“I have to.”

Raon nodded, sheathing Heavenly Drive.

With heavy steps, Raon left the fifth training ground and let out a short sigh.

‘Karoon Zieghart.’

Are you standing in front of me now or still in that place...?

 

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