The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 714

**”Hmm…”**

Raon tilted his head as he gazed at the vast expanse of the Label River.

He had arrived at the battlefield, where the Ziegharts and the North-South Union were said to be fighting, guided by Garam. However, all he could see now was the calm, flowing water of the river.

**”Why… Why is there nothing here?”**

Garam, also perplexed, blinked as he scanned the river left and right.

**”They were definitely fighting here! I swear!”**

He waved his hands frantically, insisting on what he had witnessed firsthand.

**”I believe you. They were fighting here.”**

Raon shook his head, his eyes settling on the pieces of wood floating on the water.

Those planks were clearly fragments of ship decks—undeniable proof that an intense battle had taken place in this spot.

**”Let me go ask around!”**

Garam dove into the water, saying he would gather information from the fish living there.

Raon watched as Garam submerged into the river’s depths, his expression narrowing thoughtfully.

‘It’s clear that the Ziegharts advanced.’

The Zieghart faction was one of the strongest among the Six Kings and Five Demons. Even if the North-South Union had the advantage of the river terrain, they were no match for the Ziegharts in a direct confrontation.

However, Raon knew he couldn’t let his guard down just yet.

Derus Robert was likely scheming to use this disadvantageous situation to his benefit.

‘Where did they go?’

He spread his senses as far as possible, but the battle seemed too distant—he could detect no trace of mana or energy from his current position.

**”Wrath.”**

Raon gestured toward Wrath, who was surveying the river with a curious expression.

‘Can you tell where the fighting is happening?’

**- It’s faint, but… I can sense something further upstream.**

Wrath raised his small hand and pointed towards the upper reaches of the Label River. His demeanor was more serious than usual, understanding the gravity of the situation.

‘That’s quite far…’

If Wrath’s sensing was this faint, the battle had likely moved a considerable distance away, possibly to the North-South Union’s headquarters.

‘It looks like we need to move immediately.’

As Raon focused and prepared himself to move, he noticed a faint presence on the right bank of the river.

He shifted his gaze and saw a long-haired man, dressed in a marauder’s uniform, rolling over the gravelly shore.

With a light push against the water, Raon smoothly glided over to the man.

**”Black Wolf Captain?”**

The man was the same Black Wolf Captain Raon had encountered during his life-and-death duel with Axe King Roman. He was now gravely injured, clutching his chest, hovering on the edge of death.

**”Raon Zieghart?”**

The captain raised his eyes to Raon, his breath reeking of blood.

**”You’re alive… Thank goodness. Truly, thank goodness.”**

His voice, weak and halting, cracked as he smiled in relief.

**”You think it’s good that I’m alive?”**

Raon’s brow furrowed at the unexpected words. He hadn’t expected someone from the North-South Union to greet him like this.

**”The Axe King wanted you to live. When I heard you had died, I felt… hollow inside. But now, that emptiness is finally filled.”**

The captain chuckled softly, his chest wound seemingly forgotten.

**”What happened after I fell unconscious?”**

**”Time is short, so I’ll summarize it for you. After word spread of your death, Zieghart declared war on the North-South Union. Since then…”**

The captain quickly recounted what had occurred, his speech concise and direct.

**”… The connected portal led directly to our headquarters, so by now the battle must have shifted to the Union’s base.”**

**”What about the man wearing the Blue Dragon helmet?”**

**”He vanished after you were declared dead. There’s been no contact from him, not even with our leader, Dranos.”**

The captain shook his head, explaining that they had lost all communication with the mysterious warrior—unlike with the Soul-Eating Specter.

**”I see.”**

Raon nodded heavily.

‘I understand everything now.’

The information he had extracted from the Black Wolf Captain gave him a clearer picture of the current situation, filling in the gaps he had missed after dealing with the Soul-Eating Specter.

The only forces involved in the conflict were the Ziegharts and the North-South Union, and the Ziegharts were currently in a dominant position.

**- Heh! Of course they are!**

Wrath, wearing a smug grin, nodded as if he had expected this outcome all along.

**- With my subordinates involved, victory is only natural!**

His arrogant words were in stark contrast to Raon’s measured response.

‘The war itself was never my concern. The real problem is…’

The real danger was **Derus Robert**.

Thanks to the captain’s testimony about the Blue Dragon helmet warrior’s disappearance, Raon could now clearly see Derus’s intentions.

‘He’s going to target the patriarch.’

Derus Robert wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to eliminate Glenn Zieghart while everyone was preoccupied with the war. His plan was obvious: to stab Glenn in the back when he least expected it.

‘If Glenn falls, Derus’s path will be clear.’

With Glenn Zieghart gone, no one would remain powerful enough to stand in Derus’s way. It was a scheme as devious as it was predictable.

‘I need to change my plans.’

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

**- Change your plans? What do you mean?**

‘I originally intended to jump into the battle and end the war quickly, but now I see a better opportunity.’

If Raon revealed himself now, Derus Robert would abandon his plan to assassinate Glenn and retreat to his estate, biding his time for another opportunity.

That was the last thing Raon wanted.

‘I need to use Derus’s own plan against him.’

Raon smiled grimly. The battle was the perfect chance to unmask Derus and expose him for what he truly was.

**”Raon Zieghart.”**

The Black Wolf Captain raised his trembling hand, his voice weak.

**”Live… You are proof that the Axe King existed in this world…”**

With those final words, his hand fell limply to the ground. His eyes remained open, but no breath followed.

Raon gently closed the captain’s lifeless eyes and stood up.

**”Raon! I found where they went!”**

Garam emerged from the river, waving excitedly.

**”Garam.”**

Raon approached him and extended his hand.

**”I have a favor to ask. It might be dangerous… Are you willing to help?”**

**”Of course!”**

Without hesitation, Garam grabbed Raon’s hand, a wide smile on his face.

**”We’re friends, after all!”**

—

The scene shifted back to the front lines, where Glenn Zieghart led the advance.

With the water barrier torn down, Zieghart’s warships surged forward, cutting through the river like blades.

Of course, the North-South Union did not remain idle. Cannons and arrows rained down from the remnants of the water wall, trying to halt their progress.

**”Keep moving!”**

**”Don’t stop!”**

Following Sheryl and Rimmer’s commands, the warriors aboard the ships pressed forward with unwavering determination.

Explosions erupted as arrows clashed with gusts of wind conjured by the Light Wind Division. Together, the warriors forged a path through the chaos.

Dorian gripped the helm of his ship tightly, steering through the storm of fire and steel.

Finally, Zieghart’s fleet reached the enemy’s harbor, smashing through it with unstoppable momentum. Sheryl, Trevin, and Rimmer leaped onto the docks, their blades gleaming.

**”Iron Division, advance!”**

**”Heavenly Sword Division, take the front!”**

**”Sweep them all away!”**

The warriors roared as they charged forward, their swords raised high.

—

**”Formation!”**

As Burren charged toward the North-South Union’s headquarters, the Light Wind Division followed close behind, executing the *Light Wind Formation*.

The cool wind of the Light Wind Style propelled them forward.

**”Stop them!”**
**”Don’t let them take a single step inside!”**

The warriors of the North-South Union, drawing out all their energy, desperately blocked the path forward.

**”You bastards!”**

With a furious roar, Martha dashed forward, swinging her sword down with immense force.

Her titan-like aura, swollen to twice its usual size through her berserk state, crashed down upon the structure of the harbor.

**Kuwaaaaaang!**

The harbor’s outer perimeter crumbled, and the North-South Union warriors standing atop it spat blood as they were flung in all directions.

**”Clear a path!”**

Burren, even more enraged, unleashed his cutting wind. The biting cold of his gusts mercilessly shredded the warriors rushing in from inside to support the defense.

**”…”**

Runaan’s violet eyes shimmered with chilling killing intent. As her *Snow Flower* technique descended, silvery frost petals scattered across the air.

**Sssshk!**

The cold blossoms brushed past the throats of the enemy warriors, leaving crimson lines that opened in eerie silence. Blood did not spurt—the wounds had frozen solid from the frost imbued in her attacks.

**Kwarururung!**

Mark Gorton’s broadsword crackled with thunder, toppling buildings, while Yua’s voice, charged with spiritual energy, caused bandits to drop their weapons, clutching their heads and screaming in agony.

**”Step aside.”**
**”You pathetic fools!”**

Even the captains—commanders of the Union’s mountain camps—stepped forward with their men.

**”What do these kids think they’re doing here?”**
**”Wipe them out!”**

However, the warriors of the Light Wind Division showed no fear. Neither the overwhelming numbers nor the stronger martial strength of the captains could slow their relentless assault.

The Light Wind Division channeled their grief, anger, and despair into sheer combat strength, overwhelming the forces of the North-South Union.

They advanced even faster than the Heavenly Sword Division, which was renowned as the strongest force within Zieghart.

**”Push forward until the end!”**

Rimmer, his face twisted in rage, cut down enemy warriors, his crimson hair now drenched in blood.

**”We’ll avenge Raon here and now!”**

The mention of vengeance ignited a fierce and unyielding killing intent in the eyes of the Light Wind Division warriors.

**Whoooooosh!**

Their attacks became even sharper as they sliced their way deeper into the enemy’s headquarters.

Just then, the North-South Union’s leader, Dranos, stood tall, aiming his *Sea Dragon Spear* at the advancing Light Wind Division.

**Kuwaaaaaa!**

A dragon formed of water surged from the spear’s tip, racing to engulf the Light Wind Division. But before the dragon could reach them, a red lightning bolt struck its neck, snapping it mid-air.

**”Dranos. Look at me.”**

Glenn Zieghart stared down at Dranos, slashing diagonally with his *Heavenly Drive*.

The remaining water wall was split in half, revealing the full expanse of the North-South Union’s main headquarters.

**Rumble…**

Zieghart’s warriors spread out, surrounding the headquarters as the Union’s forces began to crumble under the overwhelming difference in strength.

However, from a building on the right side of the headquarters, a group of seasoned warriors—members of the Union’s elder council—emerged to block the advance.

Though their numbers were few, their individual strength was formidable, slowing Zieghart’s advance.

**”Damn it!”**

Dranos bit his lip as he stood atop the shattered wall.

**”Eden and the White Blood Cult were involved too! Why are we the only ones being targeted?!”**

Frustration spilled from him as he watched the elder council struggle to hold the line.

**”Don’t worry.”**

Glenn approached Dranos, shaking his head.

**”I’ll take care of Eden and the White Blood Cult—all in due time.”**

Raising his sword, Glenn made it clear that none of them would be spared.

**Rumble!**

Red lightning coursed through Glenn’s body. Tendrils of electricity spread across the sky, land, and river, before surging back into his body, emanating an aura powerful enough to shake the entire continent.

**”It starts with you.”**

—

At the White Mirror Headquarters – Ariel’s Office

Eriel, the leader of the White Mirror Sect’s Hundred Mysteries Division, knelt before Ariel, the *Sovereign of Comedy*.

**”The battlefield has shifted to the North-South Union’s headquarters. Glenn Zieghart and Dranos are engaged in direct combat, and it looks like the battle will end soon.”**

Eriel reported the current status of the war between the Ziegharts and the North-South Union.

**”What about the other factions?”**

Ariel, tapping her chin with a finger, tilted her head slightly.

**”No movement so far. The Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance haven’t shown any interest. Neither the White Blood Cult nor Eden has made a move, and the Shadows [1] have disappeared entirely. This fight is as good as over.”**

Eriel clicked her tongue, convinced that the North-South Union’s defeat was inevitable.

**”Good work. Inform me immediately if anything changes.”**

**”Yes!”**

With a bow, Eriel exited the room.

**”So the North-South Union will lose…”**

Ariel crossed her legs and pulled out a prophetic text, the *Lunar Chronicle*, from a sheath tied around her thigh.

‘I need to be certain.’

Although it seemed likely that the Ziegharts would win, something about what a certain man had told her earlier gnawed at her.

With slow, deliberate motions, Ariel opened the text.

She turned the pages filled with lyrical verses until she stopped at one stained with blood.

‘Raon Zieghart.’

The crimson-stained page contained a chilling record—the prophetic words that had appeared when Raon’s destiny was first revealed. Even now, the memory sent shivers down her spine.

‘Is he really dead?’

Though she found it hard to believe, the fact that Raon hadn’t surfaced made it seem true.

‘What a waste.’

Despite everything Raon had done to her, he still held considerable value. Losing someone like him was regrettable.

**”Sigh…”**

Ariel let out a slow breath and flipped to the blank pages at the back of the book.

Biting her fingertip, she let a droplet of blood fall onto the empty page.

**Drip.**

A faint energy shimmered across the pristine paper, and the red droplet slowly spread, staining the page.

**Whoooooosh.**

Ariel emptied her thoughts, focusing only on Glenn Zieghart, Dranos, and the battlefield between the two factions.

Her spirit reached out to the heavens, resonating with the bloodstained pages of the Lunar Chronicle. Lines of text began to form on the page, written in flowing crimson.

Ariel opened her eyes slowly, her gaze sinking deeper as she read the new prophecy.

**”[The God of Thunder falls asleep in the river, and the burning sword shatters into dozens of pieces. Though the northern wind remains cold, no one is left to endure its chill.]”**

Ariel murmured the ominous words aloud, leaning back in her chair.

**”So, the Northern Conqueror will die… and Zieghart will collapse.”**

She closed her eyes, gazing at the dark clouds gathering over the horizon.

Footnotes:

[1] Not to be confused with Shadow Agents Division the one led by Chad.