The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 728

Glenn’s hand, resting on the armrest of his throne, trembled.

‘Derus Robert….’

Derus Robert was a top-tier powerhouse among the Six Kings and Five Demons. He was strong enough not to yield even to the Sword Saint, and he could indeed be the swordsman with the blue dragon helm—but he had a solid alibi.

‘Chamber, the Tower Master, and Lecross all confirmed that Derus remained within his family estate.’

According to the Tower Master, Derus hadn’t left the estate even once, supposedly under constant observation through a fire-vision spell.

Unless he used a duplicate, there was no way he could have been the swordsman with the blue dragon helm.

‘But I still feel suspicious.’

Occasionally, when Glenn met Derus’s gaze, he’d feel an inexplicable chill. Though Derus’s eyes radiated kindness, they also conveyed a chilling sensation, as if a blade was pressed to his throat.

Since eyes reflect the heart and serve as gateways to the soul, Glenn had sometimes wondered if Derus’s true nature wasn’t goodness but something far darker.

‘Still….’

There’s no proof, no matter how odd it feels.

Derus was perfect in terms of power, character, and background. While Zieghart’s popularity had risen thanks to Raon, the public favor enjoyed by the Robert family was unmatched.

If they misstepped in accusing him, it could ignite a war far greater than anything with the North-South Union.

“Ra-Raon….”

Sheryl’s eyes widened in shock at Raon’s revelation.

“Derus Robert? Do you realize the implications of speaking that name?”

Her lips quivered as disbelief clouded her face.

“Young Master Raon, are you serious?”

Roenn, equally astonished, couldn’t close his mouth.

“Do you have evidence?”

Unlike Sheryl and Roenn, Glenn remained composed, his chin lifted slightly.

“Yes, I do.”

Raon met Glenn’s calm eyes and nodded.

“Do you remember the incident when the Sacred Sword Saint and the White Blood Cult Leader attacked the Five Divine Order?”

“I could never forget. You went missing then, didn’t you?”

Glenn responded patiently, though the story seemed unrelated to Derus.

“I was attacked twice during my escape. The first was by the Sacred Sword Saint’s disciple….”

“I recall. An assassin, you mentioned?”

“Yes. But he wasn’t just any assassin; he was a sacrificial assassin who detonated himself. A necromantic creation called the Waterman.” (TL Note: I know there is a right term for this but i cant recall. If you still remember, I’d appreciate it if you comment it down below.)

“Necromancy…?”

Surprised, Glenn’s eyes turned steely.

“After capturing the master who controlled the Waterman, I uncovered information about a factory producing such creatures. On my way back from capturing the Mad Dragon Kaibar, I tracked down the factory.”

Raon recounted how he had destroyed the Waterman factory with the help of the black market.

“I suspected the real owner of the factory might appear, so I waited at the outskirts of the village. And then someone I never expected showed up.”

“Could it have been…?”

Glenn’s legs trembled as he asked.

“Yes, it was Derus Robert. Enraged at the factory’s destruction, he ruthlessly killed his subordinates, then removed his blood-soaked gloves….”

Raon swallowed hard and raised his voice.

“I saw the same scar on his hand as that of the swordsman with the blue dragon helm.”

Clenching his fist, he emphasized he could never forget that scar.

“Wait a moment!”

Sheryl couldn’t hold back and stepped forward.

“If agents of the black market were there, then why didn’t you…?”

“Lord Denzel and his agents didn’t know it was Derus Robert. He wore a mask and didn’t emit any aura.”

“Then how did you know?”

“I have a heightened ability to sense the mana and presence of others beyond normal detection. Having met Derus at the Assembly of Six Kings, I recognized him immediately.”

Raon steadied his breathing, raising his head.

“Revealing Derus’s identity on the spot could have endangered Lord Denzel and the black market, so I kept silent.”

After explaining everything, he glanced at Glenn, Sheryl, and Roenn. All three stared back in stunned silence, seemingly at a loss for words.

-*Isn’t that all a lie?*

Wrath shook his head, saying it was a story woven with lies.

‘True, but it’s not all lies.’

Half of what he told Glenn was fabricated.

While it was true that he’d found Derus at the Waterman factory, Derus hadn’t revealed his identity or removed his gloves.

If they directly questioned Derus, the lie would unravel. But Raon didn’t mind; the core truth—that Derus was the swordsman with the blue dragon helm—was undeniable.

“The swordsman with the blue dragon helm possessed regenerative abilities beyond a troll’s, yet he couldn’t erase the scar on his hand. Everyone present saw it, so exposing that scar will easily reveal his identity.”

Raon knelt and asked them to trust him.

“Raon.”

Glenn addressed him not by his title but by his name.

“Yes, my lord.”

Raon looked up, steadying his trembling hands.

‘This is where it truly begins.’

He expected a barrage of questions from Glenn, Sheryl, and Roenn, challenging his statements and digging for clarity.

However, Glenn’s words took him by surprise.

“You must have had a hard time….”

Glenn’s brows creased deeply as he bit his lip.

“Huh?”

Raon blinked in confusion. Glenn’s response was so unexpected that he didn’t know how to react. His mind felt blank.

“I-I apologize for not telling you sooner….”

“No. It’s fine.”

Glenn cut him off, his tone resolute.

“Since I’ll need to inform the others, I’ll call for you again in the evening.”

Glenn waved his hand, signaling Raon to leave.

“Uh… yes.”

Raon cast a brief glance at Sheryl and Roenn before leaving the audience chamber with slumped shoulders.

*Thud.*

The doors of the audience chamber closed with an unusually cold sound.

“Haa….”

Sheryl held her forehead as if nursing a headache, letting out a long sigh.

“The idea that Derus is the one behind the dragon helm is shocking, but I’m more astonished by Raon.”

She bit her lip, gazing at the spot where Raon had stood.

“I can’t imagine how he’s managed to keep something so terrifying to himself.”

“I feel the same way.”

Roenn nodded with a grim expression.

“My hands are still trembling. It’s incredible he endured this on his own.”

He looked down, acknowledging Raon’s strength of mind.

“…….”

Glenn’s shoulders trembled as he crushed the armrest of his throne to dust.

‘I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for that young man.’

Derus commanded the greatest power on the continent. It was natural that Raon couldn’t speak out and had to carry that burden alone. Imagining his grandson suffering in silence felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

‘There’s no need for him to be so selfless….’

Why must he be so considerate?

If only Raon had foolishly reported this immediately, things would’ve been simpler. But Raon was far too kind, his thoughts too deep.

Judging by how he’d stayed silent until now, Raon clearly hadn’t wanted to endanger others with reckless accusations.

‘Furthermore….’

Glenn buried his face in his hands.

‘I wasn’t someone he could rely on.’

He had shown Raon a stern, distant demeanor, making it impossible for Raon to trust him. Regret wrapped around his heart like barbed wire, squeezing it painfully.

‘I’m truly sorry.’

Glenn lowered his head, silently apologizing to Raon, who was no longer there.

‘I will handle this decisively in return.’

Glenn steeled his heart and extended his hand toward Roenn.

“Connect me to Chamber via fire-vision magic.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Roenn lifted his head and projected a blue screen at the center of the audience chamber.

[What’s this about at this hour?]

Chamber lifted her oversized witch hat, licking a lollipop.

“Is anyone else there?”

[Some people are here. You want to greet them?]

She gestured to the mages in her room, inviting him to say hello.

“I need to speak with you.”

[What is it? A confession?]

With a wry smile, she dismissed everyone from her chamber.

[They’re all gone. Tell me, what’s the issue?]

Chamber held out her hand, signaling her interest.

“I speak now without a shred of deceit.”

Glenn clenched his lips until they bled, resolute in his intention to bring down not only Derus but the entire Robert family.

‘Raon, I too will risk my life.’

—

Leaving the lord’s mansion, Raon tilted his head.

‘What just happened?’

The story he shared with Glenn had gaps, deliberately left to prompt questions, with answers prepared for each.

But Glenn hadn’t questioned him at all.

‘He wouldn’t have missed that, would he?’

Glenn was courageous enough to remain calm against the leaders of the Five Demons. Even if Derus were the man behind the dragon helm, Glenn wouldn’t be unsettled. So why did he let Raon go without probing?

-*What’s with that old man?*

Wrath frowned, sharing Raon’s confusion.

‘I don’t understand either.’

Raon exhaled deeply, nodding at Wrath’s comment.

‘Things are going well, but now I’m even more concerned.’

It seemed there was a vast difference between the Glenn Zieghart he knew and the real Glenn Zieghart.

To clear his mind, Raon made his way to the training ground, intending to practice until Glenn called for him again.

As he entered, he heard the sound of a sword slicing through the air inside.

‘Martha?’

It was Martha, her entire body drenched in sweat, having trained for some time already.

“Training even on break?”

Raon raised a hand as he approached her.

“I’d die if I stayed idle.”

Martha lowered her sword, letting out a heavy sigh.

“You’d die?”

“Yeah. I keep hearing my mother calling for help. I can’t just sit around.”

She clenched her jaw, her grip on the sword trembling.

“…….”

Raon’s brows furrowed as he watched Martha resume her swings.

‘She must be in more pain than I am.’

For him, avenging Derus would bring peace, but for Martha, capturing the White Blood Cult Leader wasn’t the end; she also had to save her captive mother.

Though everyone had their burdens, Martha’s suffering seemed boundless.

-*The beings above are filthy and vile!*

Wrath huffed, saying he wouldn’t even speak of the gods and divine beings.

‘Still, the good thing is….’

That she was managing her anger.

Unlike before, when she’d recklessly vented her rage, Martha now focused on what she could control. Her strength was steadily growing.

“Martha.”

Raon dusted off his black dragon robe and motioned to her.

“Want to spar for old times’ sake?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

Martha turned toward him, understanding that sparring with him would accelerate her growth.

“Prepare to feel pain.”

Raon drew the *Blade That Cuts Through Death*, igniting it with the flames of the Ring of Fire.

“I’ve endured pain my whole life!”

Gritting her teeth, Martha charged at him.

*Boom!*

—

After sparring with Martha, Raon followed Roenn’s guidance back to the lord’s mansion.

As he entered the audience chamber, he saw four blue screens projected, each showing the face of one of the Six Kings’ leaders.

Unsurprisingly, Derus Robert was absent.

[The guest of honor is late.]

Chamber waved her hand in mock greeting.

[Raon, you… must’ve endured a lot.]

Ogram sighed deeply, furrowing his brows.

[You’re a knight in every sense of the word.]

King Lecross nodded approvingly.

[If it were me, I would’ve confessed long ago to ease my mind.]

The Tower Master trembled slightly under his robe, his eyes alone visible.

“…….”

Glenn remained standing before his throne, eyes lowered.

Judging by the situation, it seemed Glenn had briefed them. Yet, oddly, the atmosphere wasn’t tense.

[Raon.]

Chamber snapped her fingers, her image and body leaping forward from the blue screen.

[The old man explained, but can you recount what you went through?]

“Understood.”

Raon nodded, recounting the story he had told Glenn to the leaders of the Six Kings.

[So, the swordsman with the blue dragon helm is Derus Robert?]

Chamber asked, her mouth twisting.

“Yes, I am certain.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

‘Now it begins.’

Unlike Glenn, the leaders of the Six Kings wouldn’t accept this so easily. He braced himself for their sharp questions and prepared to eliminate any doubts.

[Honestly, I’ve suspected him myself.]

Chamber nodded calmly.

[Since neither the Heavenly Demon nor the Black Tower Master would appear masked, I figured it had to be either the secluded Sword Emperor, the former king, or Derus.]

She listed her suspicions, ticking off her fingers.

[I deliberately kept him close to that recluse, watching for anything odd. But I found nothing.]

She clicked her tongue, admitting she had harbored suspicions all along.

[I trust your words.]

Ogram nodded without any doubt.

[This is troubling.]

King Lecross sighed shortly.

[While there are some inconsistencies in your account, I can hardly believe Derus would commit such heinous acts.]

He rubbed his forehead, visibly strained.

“If there’s anything strange about my account, please point it out….”

[No need. If you pledge on it, we’ll believe you.]

King Lecross nodded, signaling trust despite his suspicions.

[Ugh, I hate fighting….]

The Tower Master didn’t lift his head, clearly overwhelmed.

“Um…?”

Raon blinked, looking at the leaders with slight confusion.

‘What is this?’

This was Derus Robert, not just anyone.

They were condemning him as a villain, a continental traitor, yet none of them raised any serious objections. It was baffling.

“Excuse me….”

Raon raised his hand, his eyes still dazed.

“You must have some doubts. Why aren’t you asking questions?”

The abnormal reaction prompted him to speak out.

[Not needed.]

Chamber shook her head.

“Why, though…?”

[Because I value my life.]

She shrugged, stepping back.

[I withdrew because I saw the lord’s resolve.]

King Lecross also had no intentions of questioning him.

“What do you mean?”

Raon looked between Chamber and King Lecross, bewildered.

[Your lord vowed to stake his life on your words.]

Ogram pointed at Glenn with a twisted smile.

[It’s the first time that cold-hearted man has ever said he’d put his life on the line, so I believe it.]

He nodded as though it were an obvious choice.

“Oh….”

Raon turned to Glenn, his lips trembling.

“L-Lord…?”

“I looked into your eyes and saw no falsehood.”

Glenn said that was enough, biting his lip.

“All because of my eyes…?”

It was so unlike Glenn’s usual demeanor that Raon felt overwhelmed.

Despite being part of the direct line now, he hadn’t expected this level of trust.

[Of course, it’s not solely due to that old man’s life.]

Chamber stepped forward, waving a finger.

[I trust you personally.]

She smiled, lifting her chin proudly.

[After witnessing your achievements and your role in the war, how could I not?]

[The same goes for me.]

Ogram nodded.

[You saved my life. I’ll follow you, even to hell.]

He raised his fist, vowing to repay his debt.

[I feel the same. I’ve trusted you since you saved my third son.]

King Lecross smiled, mentioning he still owed Raon for saving Gria’s life.

[Derus… unnerves me….]

The Tower Master finally lifted his gaze.

[Though he was there in person, it felt like he was someone else.]

[What? Why didn’t you mention that sooner?]

Chamber frowned, scolding him.

[It’s just a feeling, not something I can logically prove….]

The Tower Master admitted that feelings, for a mage, were unreliable, and he shrank back.

[Ugh, really!]

Chamber thumped her chest, shaking her head.

[Alright, let’s move on. Derus isn’t a fool. He’ll likely erase his hand scar in a way that even we can’t detect.]

Lifting her witch’s hat slightly, she stated they’d need a way to reveal it.

“There is a method.”

Raon stepped forward.

[Really?]

“Yes. He couldn’t erase the wound I inflicted on him. By using the energy of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, we should be able to expose the scar on his hand.”

He nodded, explaining how he’d use the Ring of Fire and Glacier through Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

Knowing there could be a spy among the Six Kings, Raon kept his true plan hidden.

[Oh, that’s right!]

Chamber nodded quickly.

[One of those scars was yours, wasn’t it?]

She laughed, understanding at last.

[Good! Then let’s devise a plan to unmask that worm!]

[We should hold the Assembly as soon as possible.]

Ogram clenched his lips, eager to confront Derus.

[Too soon, and he might grow suspicious. A week should suffice.]

King Lecross suggested they convene next week, tapping his fingers thoughtfully.

“We’ll meet at the Beast Alliance’s grounds. With Ogram’s recent injuries as a reason, it’s close to Robert’s domain, so if he tries to flee, we can track him down quickly.”

Glenn met the leaders’ gazes and nodded in agreement.

The meeting proceeded smoothly, and they finalized plans to hold the Assembly of Six Kings at the Beast Alliance in a week.

*Fwoom!*

Watching the Six Kings’ leaders meticulously lay out their plan, Raon clenched his fist. He felt the *Blade That Cuts Through Death* burn within his heart as he steeled his resolve once more.

‘Derus Robert.’

This is where my revenge begins.