The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 793  

Raon blinked as he gazed up at the rocky mountain, layered like a barren wasteland.

‘This is the Holy Sword Alliance?’

The mountain was massive, nearly as vast as Bukmang Mountain, yet it was far too exposed for a hidden sanctuary.

He could only think that Merlin had sent them to the wrong place.

“It seems like Merlin made a mistake.”

Scratching his head, Raon turned to Rektor.

“For now, we should figure out where we are—”

“No.”

Rektor slowly shook his head.

“This is the right place.”

He let out a small sigh of admiration, surprised at how precisely they had been teleported.

“T-This is really the Holy Sword Alliance?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

“Hm, there aren’t many trees, so the inside is completely visible….”

Burren groaned as he examined the sparse vegetation.

“Yeah. It’s just rocks.”

Runaan blinked, noting the emptiness of the landscape.

“It’s not empty. There are plenty of animals and monsters.”

Martha clicked her tongue, noting that the only thing missing was people.

“To be precise, this is the entrance leading to the alliance.”

Rektor smirked and waved his hand.

“Sending us directly here… Merlin’s abilities exceed even my expectations. Even though I don’t know much about magic, something like this shouldn’t be so easy….”

He chuckled, clearly impressed by Merlin’s magic.

“That’s true.”

Raon nodded with a light smile.

‘Her personality and preferences are unusual, but I can’t deny her skills.’

If Merlin had been part of the Magic Tower or Balkan, she would have been considered the natural successor to the two Grand Magicians.

Of course, before all that, she would need to stop her stalking habits.

“Let’s go.”

Rektor gestured with a flick of his finger before stepping onto the rocky mountain.

“Just follow exactly where I step.”

“Yes.”

Raon motioned for Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian to go ahead while he took the rear.

Paah!

Despite walking calmly with his hands behind his back, Rektor ascended the mountain as effortlessly as if he were using a movement technique.

“He’s… ridiculously fast….”

“He’s not even using aura, just normal steps… how?!”

“I can’t even see his feet….”

Martha, Burren, and Runaan struggled to keep up, pushing themselves with their footwork while barely managing to breathe properly.

“Uweeeh….”

Dorian, on the other hand, was completely left behind. Raon had to support him from the back.

“Grandfather.”

As the others grew visibly pale, Raon moved up beside Rektor.

“Our appearances are quite recognizable. Shouldn’t we disguise ourselves before reaching the alliance?”

He pointed at Burren, Martha, and Runaan, who were gasping for air.

His distinct blonde hair and red eyes were already well-known across the continent, and the others also had strikingly handsome and beautiful appearances, making them difficult to miss.

– “What about the pocket guy?”

Wrath tilted his chin toward Dorian, who was still dry-heaving.

‘Well, he’s… cute, I suppose.’

Dorian wasn’t ugly, but next to those three, his presence was overshadowed.

“Hm….”

Rektor stroked his chin as he looked back.

“It’s not really necessary, but it might be better for you.”

“What do you mean, not necessary…?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re trying to show off, but we’ll definitely be recognized….”

Burren shook his head, certain they’d be caught.

“What do you think the Holy Sword Alliance is?”

Rektor smirked as he turned his back to them.

“A cult of lunatics who worship swords?”

Martha carefully started her sentence but ended it bluntly, staying true to her nature.

Hahahahahaha!

Rektor let out a booming laugh that seemed to shake the ground.

“Exactly. That’s all the Holy Sword Alliance is.”

He nodded approvingly, saying that Martha had described it perfectly.

“The most important value in the alliance is the sword. A strong swordsman is truth and law.”

Rektor smirked as he noticed Burren and Dorian’s uneasy expressions.

“As Raon said, you all stand out. The moment you step inside, your identities will be revealed. So, what do you think the swordsmen of the alliance will do when they recognize you?”

“W-Will they attack us?”

Dorian was already trembling.

“They won’t attack us since we’re with the alliance leader.”

Burren frowned, nudging Dorian’s shoulder.

“No, they will attack.”

Rektor shook his head calmly.

“However, their attack will be…”

“A duel?”

Martha’s black eyes gleamed as she seemed to understand.

“Correct.”

Rektor smiled gently at Martha.

“The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance will challenge you one after another. Not to kill you, but to see what kind of swordsmanship you’ve mastered and how strong you are.”

He nodded as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

“The reason the Holy Sword Alliance stands at the top of the Five Divine Order is precisely because of their obsession with the sword. Their passion for swordsmanship surpasses even Zieghart’s.”

Rektor waved a hand dismissively, saying the alliance was full of nothing but sword fanatics.

“Martha, I think you’ll fit in well with them.”

He chuckled, finding her personality amusing.

“I think Raon fits better.”

Martha smirked and smacked Raon’s shoulder.

“In Zieghart, the real sword maniac is him. I’d finish my training late at night and leave, only to find him already sweating at the training ground the next morning.”

She gritted her teeth as if it was still frustrating.

“She’s right.”

Runaan nodded as she stared at Raon.

“Raon’s real home wasn’t the annex, it was the training ground….”

She shuddered, recalling how he once didn’t return to the annex for over a month.

“Yes, I know just as well as you do.”

Rektor chuckled as if he was proud of his hard-working grandson.

“So, does that mean we won’t be disguising ourselves…?”

“Actually, it would be better if we did.”

Despite his earlier words, he waved his hand, signaling them to prepare for disguises.

“We took care of those who followed the previous alliance leader and eliminated the spies of the Five Demons, but there may still be some hiding. It’s better to conceal our identities.”

Rektor recalled the recent war and turned back, emphasizing the need for caution.

“I’ll go inside and call someone—”

“There’s no need! I have everything right here!”

Dorian, who had been gasping as if he were on the verge of death, pulled out a disguise kit from his stomach pouch.

“A must-have item!”

Bloodshot veins surfaced in his eyes, his obsession with essential supplies growing stronger by the day.

“Uh….”

Rektor, startled by the usually meek Dorian’s intensity, hesitated for a moment.

“Ugh….”

– “Here we go again….”

Raon and Wrath both shook their heads, already exhausted by the familiar scene.

—

“Let’s go. We’re almost there.”

After ensuring that Raon, now with black hair and black eyes, along with the disguised Burren, Martha, and Runaan, were ready, Rektor resumed climbing the mountain.

As they reached the upper slopes, nearing the summit, he finally stopped.

“This is it.”

Standing before a small cave formed by piled rocks, he tilted his chin toward it.

“No way….”

“Yes. This is the entrance to the Holy Sword Alliance.”

He nodded with a small grin.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he scanned the rocky cave entrance.

‘There are people hiding.’

Unlike before, he could sense the presence of others. It seemed that swordsmen from the Holy Sword Alliance were guarding the passage.

“Trust me and follow. If you keep moving toward the light, you’ll have no problems.”

Rektor reassured them that it wouldn’t be difficult before stepping into the cave.

“Uh….”

“Hm….”

Burren and Dorian exchanged uneasy glances. They clearly had their doubts.

“If you’re not going, move aside!”

“Yeah.”

Martha and Runaan pushed past them and entered the cave without hesitation. They seemed utterly fearless.

“Let’s go.”

Raon patted Burren and Dorian on the shoulders before stepping inside.

‘Huh?’

The moment he entered, a strange sensation washed over him—his body felt like it was floating.

This wasn’t just an ordinary tunnel.

Darkness filled every inch of space, yet there was no sense of danger or ominous energy.

It felt like lying in bed after a long day of work—calm and restful.

– “This is no ordinary space.”

Wrath’s eyes flickered with curiosity as he scanned their surroundings.

‘Is it magic? No, maybe a ritual?’

– “How many times must I tell you? Magic and rituals are meaningless distinctions made by the weak! If you can smash through it, then it doesn’t matter!”

Wrath huffed, dismissing the idea of separating magic and rituals.

‘So, in other words, you have no idea.’

– “Th-That’s not what I meant….”

Wrath turned his head away, refusing to answer.

‘As expected.’

Just as Raon muttered to himself—

Hwaaaaah!

A blazing golden flame burst forth in the darkness, shaping into the form of a person.

The figure was hazy and indistinct, but it seemed to be a swordsman with golden hair.

‘Wrath, look at that person!’

– “Huh? What person?”

Wrath frowned, squinting into the darkness.

‘You don’t see him?’

Raon raised his finger, pointing at the flaming swordsman—only for the figure to dissipate like morning mist.

– “Are you out of your mind?”

Wrath twirled his finger next to his head, indicating that Raon was crazy.

‘No, I swear, I saw—’

As Raon swallowed dryly, staring at the fading flame, the darkness around them vanished.

A bright landscape unfolded before them.

A lush, green plain stretched out like the fertile lands of Camelon, and in the distance, neatly arranged houses formed a city.

Raon’s jaw dropped at the sight of such a vast space hidden within the mountain’s cave.

“What is this place…?”

“Hey!”

Just as he was processing the surreal scene, Martha walked up to him.

“Why were you so slow?”

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Slow?”

“Raon, you were the last to arrive.”

Runaan pointed beside her, where Burren and Dorian stood, already having made it to the other side.

“You pretended not to be scared, but in the end, you were terrified!”

Dorian grinned as if he had uncovered a great secret.

“Hmm….”

Raon frowned.

‘What’s going on?’

He had walked in a straight line, yet somehow, he arrived after the others.

He had no idea what had just happened.

“Raon, did something happen inside?”

Rektor approached with a concerned expression.

“No. Nothing happened.”

Even Wrath hadn’t seen it. It could have been his imagination, so he shook his head.

‘But that person….’

The golden flames looked like an ancestor of Zieghart.

Though too faint to see clearly, the golden-haired swordsman resembled the first head of the Zieghart family.

“That’s a relief. Still, it seems we need to inspect the passage.”

Rektor glanced back at the dark cave, clicking his tongue.

“So, this really is the Holy Sword Alliance?”

Raon blinked at the peaceful city before them.

“Yes. This is the Holy Sword Alliance.”

“This isn’t what I expected. It’s so… quiet. I thought—oh?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he observed the people farming and chopping wood.

‘Wait a minute….’

Every single person here was a swordsman.

The ones plowing fields, chopping trees, and carrying water—all of them had honed their aura and swordsmanship.

Each of them carried a refined, disciplined presence.

“There are no non-swordsmen in the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Rektor nodded toward the people diligently carrying out their work.

“Allow me to officially welcome you… to the Holy Sword Alliance, the home of sword fanatics.”

He grinned proudly, as if there was nothing more magnificent.

“This is fantastic.”

“I’ll be able to fight as much as I want.”

“Yeah. This is perfect….”

Martha, Burren, and Runaan licked their lips in anticipation, already eager for duels.

“Ugh….”

Dorian was the only one who looked genuinely terrified, shaking his head.

It was clear that he hadn’t come here for swordsmanship but for a completely different purpose.

“Well then, let’s head—”

Just as Rektor was about to lead them to his residence, a man came running toward them. His slick, polished face revealed him to be none other than Rektor’s disciple, Muston.

“Raon-nim!”

Instead of greeting his master first, Muston rushed straight to Raon and bowed deeply.

It was as if he were reuniting with long-lost parents—a polite yet desperate greeting.

“I’ve wanted to meet you for so long! I’m so glad you’re safe!”

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

Raon shook Muston’s hand with a smile. Judging by his reaction, it seemed the influence of jealousy was still at work.

“Master, you’ve returned as well.”

Only after finishing his greeting with Raon did Muston finally bow to Rektor.

“Ahem. Yes. Has anything happened?”

Rektor cleared his throat in embarrassment before asking about the situation.

“No. There’s been no contact from Derus or the Five Demons, and everything has remained peaceful.”

Muston shook his head, saying nothing unusual had occurred.

Kwaaaang!

Screams!

However, in the distance, the sound of clashing swords and agonized cries continued to echo.

Dorian’s face grew even paler.

“Oh, and regarding the Soulstone, no one seems to know anything about it.”

Muston bowed apologetically.

“As expected.”

Rektor nodded calmly.

“Well, considering this place is full of sword fanatics, it would be strange if anyone was interested in such things.”

He sighed lightly and turned around.

“Don’t worry. The Holy Sword Alliance has branches spread throughout, so we will find the Soulstone somehow.”

It sounded less like he was reassuring Raon and more like he was making a promise to himself, clenching his fist.

“Yes, I’ll leave it to you.”

Raon glanced at Rektor, recalling how he had left Zieghart without even being able to see Sia. He understood his feelings and simply chose to trust him.

“Then let’s head inside.”

Rektor pointed toward a slightly larger house than the others.

“T-That’s the alliance leader’s mansion?”

Dorian widened his eyes in shock.

“We haven’t fully settled in yet. Besides, as I said, the Holy Sword Alliance values swordsmanship and strength over the size of a house.”

Rektor shook his head, saying they’d get used to it soon enough.

“And besides….”

Just as he was about to add something, he stopped speaking. He had sensed people approaching.

“Welcome back, Alliance Leader!”

“You’ve returned!”

A group of swordsmen from the Holy Sword Alliance rushed over and knelt before Rektor.

It was a scene Raon had often seen in Zieghart, but there was a notable difference.

‘Fighting spirit.’

These swordsmen had an unmistakable battle thirst in their eyes as they looked at Rektor.

Despite the overwhelming gap in strength, they still harbored a desire to surpass him. That alone was remarkable.

‘No, it’s not just that.’

It wasn’t just Rektor they were focused on. The warriors of the Holy Sword Alliance were also looking at Raon, Burren, Martha, Runaan, and even Dorian with the same eager eyes.

They wanted to fight against the newcomers.

‘These guys are war-hungry maniacs.’

Ignoring the heated gazes of the swordsmen, Raon followed Rektor into the house.

The interior was even simpler than the exterior. It was more run-down than the Zieghart annex.

“The original mansion of the Holy Sword Alliance leader was much more extravagant. This is just my personal preference.”

Rektor chuckled as he pointed to a worn-out sofa, signaling for them to sit.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded at Burren, Martha, and Runaan before taking a seat.

“I will be handling my backlog of work and searching for the Soulstone at the same time. As for you all….”

Rektor looked at Raon, Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian in turn before smiling.

“Enjoy life here as much as you like.”

“…How exactly are we supposed to enjoy ourselves?”

Raon tilted his head. Just then, Muston entered, carrying a stack of notes.

The papers were hastily written, their edges uneven.

“These are…?”

“Challenges.”

Muston smiled as he explained that these were challenge letters from the swordsmen who had already requested duels with them.

“Already?”

“This isn’t early.”

Rektor shook his head calmly.

“Now that you’re here, you’re also swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance. You can challenge others, and others can challenge you.”

He smiled, asking if they found it exciting.

“This is perfect!”

Martha grinned, twisting her lips as if ready to wipe the floor with them all.

“I agree. This will help me fill in my weaknesses.”

Burren clenched his fist and nodded firmly.

“I can’t afford to stay stagnant….”

Runaan also nodded, studying the challenge letters intently.

“Ugh….”

Dorian, on the other hand, reluctantly placed his trembling hand on the challenge letters, his expression screaming reluctance.

“Well, then, I should—”

“Not you, Raon-nim.”

Just as Raon was about to grab a challenge letter, Muston shook his head.

“Hm?”

“I checked all the letters, and not a single one was addressed to you.”

Muston explained that while the others were mentioned by their descriptions, no one had specifically requested to challenge the black-haired, black-eyed swordsman.

Hahahahaha!

Rektor grabbed his head, bursting into laughter.

“It seems you suppressed your presence too much.”

He waved his hand, as if Raon had been completely ignored.

“Hmm….”

Raon furrowed his brows. He should have let out a bit of his aura beforehand.

“I could reveal myself now….”

“No, this is a good thing.”

Rektor smirked and leaned forward.

“Why not take this chance to be a challenger instead?”

“A challenger?”

“The swordsmen here have all honed their unique swordsmanship. That means each one of them has something to teach. Since you are training in the Thousand Swords, you can treat all of them as your masters. If you do it right….”

His gaze burned with expectation.

“You won’t just be creating a stepping stone to climb higher—you might reach a level that only you can attain.”