The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

“Huff, huff!”

Muston finally noticed the Robert family crest, and his eyes widened.

“T-This… could it be Derus Robert?”

He swallowed hard, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“It must be.”

Rektor clicked his tongue and untied the letter from the white hawk’s leg.

“N-No way! Among outsiders, the only people who know this place are Raon and his acquaintances!”

Muston trembled, unable to understand how it had been found.

“Derus Robert has Archangels and high-ranking necromancers at his side. He can pull all kinds of tricks. Consider us lucky it wasn’t discovered sooner.”

Rektor wasn’t flustered, as if he’d always known the Holy Sword Alliance’s new location would be exposed eventually.

“I guess that’s true.”

Muston scratched his head, muttering that it wasn’t strange for an Archangel to find someone hidden.

“But why is Derus Robert still using the Robert family crest?”

He tilted his head at the crest stamped at the end of the letter.

“Derus abandoned the Five Kings and the Robert family and became a traitor who joined the Four Demons.”

“The reason is simple.”

Rektor flicked the letter with his fingertip and sneered.

“It means he alone is the Robert family.”

“He alone is the Robert family?”

Muston blinked, not understanding.

“Even if the manor collapses, the territory burns, and his blood relatives die, the Robert family survives as long as he lives.”

Rektor clicked his tongue, saying the letter reeked of Derus’s arrogance.

“Filthy bastard….”

Muston gritted his teeth in disgust.

“Yes. He’s arrogant and disgusting, but he’s strong enough to flaunt it.”

Rektor crumpled the letter in his fist, brow furrowing.

“Derus went to the King of Owen, and he displayed power that overwhelmed Lecross, the Dark Sword Saint.”

King Lecross’s strength would never be below Rektor’s. To crush a top-tier Transcendant like that so thoroughly—it was no wonder Derus acted as if the world belonged to him.

“Excluding the reclusive Transcenders, the only ones on this continent who can definitely beat him are Glenn Zieghart, the Heavenly Demon, and the previous Lord of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Rektor said there were few who could stop Derus Robert, then unfolded the letter, its weight seeming to press down.

“W-What does it say?”

Muston’s eyes darted, desperate to know.

“The Black Tower has fallen, and The Fallen One is dead, so he’s calling for the Demonic Alliance Conference. In person.”

Rektor nodded calmly, as if he’d expected as much.

“I-If we pretend we never received it like before and don’t go….”

“It won’t work.”

Rektor lowered his eyebrows, glancing at the white hawk lying dead.

“This is a warning.”

“A w-warning?”

Muston’s chin trembled.

“Yes. He already knows this letter reached my hands. Even though there are other ways to contact us from outside, he sent a hawk that broke through the barrier here. That’s proof.”

Rektor crumpled the letter and let out a short chuckle.

“If we don’t attend, he’ll come here himself.”

His eyes sharpened, saying it wouldn’t end with words then.

“No—wouldn’t attacking us right now be suicidal?”

Muston exhaled, unable to grasp it.

“Derus Robert, as I’ve seen and felt him, is more than capable of doing exactly that. He’s not human. He’s like a demon. He never leaves loose ends.”

Rektor nodded with certainty.

“And even if that weren’t the case, it’s better to go. For that child’s sake, too—we need to learn what Derus Robert is planning.”

He drew a deep breath, saying he would attend the Demonic Alliance Conference for Raon.

“T-Then at least contact Raon!”

Muston raised his hand, insisting they warn him.

“Telling him now will only make him worry. Nothing will happen yet, so don’t worry.”

Rektor patted Muston’s shoulder and headed back toward the mansion.

“Something….”

Muston trembled, staring at the darkening sky and Rektor walking beneath it.

“I feel uneasy.”

===

Raon told his family he’d been assigned a new mission and began preparing to leave for the Five Divine Order.

“Five Divine Order? Now that there are only two left, shouldn’t it be called the Two Divine Order?”

Evelyn quietly opened the door and stepped in.

“Knock before you come in.”

Raon shook his head, packing clothes and necessities into his subspace pocket.

“What’s with knocking between us?”

Evelyn waved her pure white hand, saying it was an unnecessary formality.

“This mission to the Five Divine Order….”

She came to his side and lightly bumped her shoulder against his.

“Should I go with you?”

“You’re going with me?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“Why?”

“You’re planning to kill Thespian Emperor Ariel and the Evil Sword Marquis if they don’t side with the Five Kings, right?”

Evelyn shrugged, asking if she wouldn’t be useful in that fight.

“Huh….”

Raon swallowed hard, meeting her purple eyes.

“How did you know that?”

He’d only told her he was going to meet the Five Divine Order. He couldn’t understand how she’d seen that far.

– “Heeeeeek!”

Wrath screamed and hid behind Raon’s back.

– “That woman can read your thoughts now!”

He trembled, insisting she must have created some new magic.

“How else? Of course I can see everything!”

Evelyn smiled softly.

“We spent the night together. I can read your eyes!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Raon shook his head violently.

“Everyone misunderstands, so stop saying things like that!”

He grabbed her shoulders, begging her to keep quiet.

“This is good too.”

Evelyn blushed, looking delighted just from being held.

“Ugh….”

Raon felt like he couldn’t communicate with her at all and pressed a palm to his forehead.

“Anyway, I want to go too. I’ll definitely be helpful.”

Evelyn clasped her hands, sounding earnest.

“Of course you’d be helpful. But….”

Raon looked into her sparkling eyes and shook his head.

“You haven’t fully recovered yet.”

Unlike him, whose body and mind were completely healed, Evelyn’s mind still hadn’t fully recovered.

Mental strength was everything to a mage. It was better for her to focus on recovery now.

“You knew?”

Evelyn blinked in surprise.

“I can see everything.”

Raon threw her words back at her and smiled faintly.

“Ugh. If you found out, there’s nothing I can do.”

Evelyn smacked her lips once, briefly disappointed.

“Then take this instead of me.”

She pulled a small squirrel doll from the pocket of her maid outfit. It was cute, but the ribbon on its ear and the clothes were crudely made.

“This is….”

“It’s a charm for you. I made it with Noona.”

Evelyn smiled, saying she made the doll, while Sia made the ribbon and clothes.

“Thank you.”

Raon accepted the doll with both hands. If Evelyn had made it alone, he would’ve felt burdened and refused, but with Sia involved, he couldn’t.

“Come to think of it, you’ve been hanging out with Noona a lot lately. Have you become friends?”

“I get along well with Sia.”

Evelyn smiled brightly, saying they talked easily.

“Oh, really?”

Raon’s eyes drifted toward the wall.

‘Do they have the same mental age?’

Evelyn had lived for revenge since childhood, with little besides magic in her life. It made sense she’d click with Sia, whose mind still felt young.

“Then have a good trip!”

Evelyn said she’d be waiting in the annex and left his room.

– “Wouldn’t it be better to throw that away?”

Wrath frowned at the cutely decorated squirrel doll.

‘Why? Do you sense something?’

– “I don’t sense anything, but it’s definitely cursed! Everything you do will be seen!”

He shook his head wildly, demanding Raon throw it away immediately.

‘No. Noona made it with her.’

If Sia found out he’d thrown it away, she would sulk for a long time. He couldn’t do that.

‘I’ll pack the rest tomorrow. Should I do some mental training today?’

Just as he was about to close his eyes and imagine facing Thespian Emperor Ariel, he heard footsteps approaching the annex.

‘It’s not Grandfather.’

For a moment he thought it was Glenn, but the steps were different. Still, he knew exactly who it was.

Knock, knock.

He opened his eyes and looked outside. Martha was tapping the window with the back of her hand.

“What brings you here?”

Raon opened the window. Martha’s brows were neatly set, unlike her usual self.

“I have a favor to ask.”

She bowed slightly, asking him to come out for a moment.

“I’ll be waiting in front of the lake.”

Raon closed the window and went outside, approaching Martha by the lake.

“What is it? Why come all the way here?”

He rolled his shoulder, telling her to speak.

“The Aura enhancement training we did this time….”

Martha bit her lip, bringing up the week-long training.

“Can you keep doing it?”

She bowed her head, saying she wanted to continue it.

“You want to do that training now?”

His mouth opened on its own. He hadn’t expected that at all.

“Yes. Not just today. I want to keep doing it even when we go to the Five Divine Order.”

Martha clenched her fist, saying she wanted to get stronger even a little faster.

“Why are you pushing yourself this hard?”

Raon let out a thin breath.

“Honestly, it’s so painful it’s hard to bear.”

That training was torture repurposed as training. No matter how much their Aura improved, the pain from heat and cold wouldn’t lessen.

The others welcomed the mission partly because it meant they could escape that pain for a while. He’d never imagined Martha would come asking to continue it.

“I can endure this much pain.”

Martha bit her lip hard.

“It’s nothing compared to mental pain.”

She exhaled a murky breath, saying mental pain was something she couldn’t bear, no matter how much she wanted to.

“…I see.”

Raon understood why she was asking, and he closed his eyes before opening them again.

“The Black Tower Lord is dead, and The Fallen One is dead. There won’t be much time left before we clash with the White Blood Lord.”

Martha raised a trembling hand and placed it on her sword.

“I want to get stronger, even a little more, before then. So that even if I die, I can at least stab the White Blood Lord once!”

She clenched her fist until blood seeped out, saying she didn’t want to leave regrets.

“Haa….”

Raon let out a deep sigh.

‘There’s no way around this.’

If it were anything else, he’d tell her to rest. But he couldn’t ignore it when her mother was involved.

“Sit over there.”

Raon pointed to the grass beside the lake.

“Thank you!”

Martha bowed and sat where he indicated.

“I’m starting. It’ll be stronger than usual.”

Raon gathered the energy of Glacier and Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation on his fingertips and inserted it into Martha’s Mana Circuit.

“…….”

Martha didn’t let out a single sound, though the pain had to be unbearable, and began cultivating her Aura.

Sweat streamed down her forehead, but she refused to make even the smallest groan. Her silence spoke louder than words.

‘White Blood Lord…’

Raon stared up at the dark night sky.

‘That monster won’t be like The Fallen One or the Black Tower Lord.’

The White Blood Lord wielded powerful spells, but at her core, she was a martial artist.

Unlike The Fallen One or the Black Tower Lord, she wouldn’t be easy to face.

‘And…’

Raon clicked his tongue inwardly, watching Martha endure the pain and keep cultivating.

‘I can’t kill her recklessly if I want to save this girl’s mother.’

He would have to suppress the White Blood Lord and extract her soul. The difficulty would be beyond imagination.

– “That vampire woman grows stronger by absorbing blood, like you’ve seen.”

Wrath frowned in disgust.

– “She must be stronger now.”

‘Nothing is easy. In the end…’

Raon gripped his wrist, where six bracelets gleamed, and clenched his teeth.

‘I have no choice but to get stronger.’

===

Two days later, at dawn.

Raon stood on the platform of the Fifth Training Ground and looked down at the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

Gooooooo!

Unlike during training, their eyes were cold, as if they’d stripped away all emotion. They were at a level where they could control their emotions and momentum depending on the situation.

“As I said, this mission is dangerous. It may lead to an all-out war with the Five Divine Order. Be prepared to fight even in your sleep.”

Raon reminded them of the mindset required and stepped down from the platform.

“Let’s depart.”

He brushed the Black Dragon Robe fluttering in the wind and passed through the ranks of the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

Kugugugugu!

They fell in behind him, their momentum solid as iron—like knights protecting their king.

As always, the Light Wind Palace did not head to Zieghart’s main gate. Instead, they went to the Magic Tower within.

“Preparations to move to Barenea are complete.”

Berbin, the Vice-Lord of the Magic Tower, bowed, saying everything was ready to transport them to Barenea within the Five Divine Order.

“Thank you for granting my request.”

Raon showed respect, remembering Berbin laughing and chatting with Rimmer.

“It wasn’t difficult. Barenea directly informed us of the portal coordinates and opened the way.”

Berbin waved it off, calling it simple.

“If any problem arises, contact us. We will rush there immediately.”

He clasped his hands, expression serious—like when he was operating magic.

“I’m grateful just for your words.”

Raon smiled softly and nodded.

“Then we’ll begin right away.”

At Berbin’s signal, the magicians behind him unfolded a Formula, deep Mana flowing through it.

Woooooong!

Blue light surged from the empty circular space, and a massive door that split dimensions opened. Barenea seemed to shimmer beyond the undulating blue curtain.

“Now you can go in.”

Berbin nodded, saying that if they stepped through, they would arrive in Barenea immediately.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Berbin and the magicians, then entered the blue dimension.

Woooooong!

Warm particles of light seemed to wrap around his body. When he opened his eyes again, he stood inside a huge building lined with luxurious carpets.

“Greetings to the Lord of Light Wind Palace.”

Before Raon could even turn his head, a voice came from the left.

When he looked over, a middle-aged man dressed in white was bowing deeply.

“I am Mekane, serving Thespian Emperor Ariel.”

“It’s been a while.”

Raon bowed to Mekane.

“Hmm? You remember me?”

Mekane’s eyes widened, surprised.

“You left an impression.”

Mekane had acted as Thespian Emperor Ariel’s secretary before. Calm and composed—Raon still remembered him.

“Ah….”

Mekane looked momentarily flustered, but he quickly hardened his expression and lifted his head.

“This is the inner Magic Tower of Barenea. Since you’ve come after a long time, how about a tour before the meeting—”

He raised his hand, offering to show him around.

“No.”

Raon shook his head, watching the Light Wind Palace swordsmen emerge from the portal with cold eyes.

“I want to see Thespian Emperor Ariel and the Evil Sword Marquis first.”

He gripped Heavenly Drive, which trembled faintly, and parted his lips.

“I have a lot to say to them.”