The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1359 "Holy Sword Alliance?" Raon's eyes widened after hearing Rector's words. -Well, I don't know what it is, but... Wrath trembled his eyes while looking at Rector. -Wouldn't it be better to eat first and think later? The guy swallowed his dry saliva while looking at the smoke rising from the annex building's chimney. "What kind of content about the Holy Sword Alliance is it?" Raon ignored Wrath's words and tilted his head. 'I can't predict it at all.' Since the name Holy Sword Alliance came up unexpectedly, he couldn't understand what Rector's words meant. "It's a Sacred Artifact of the Holy Sword Alliance." Rector raised his finger and brought it to his lips. "I also became the alliance leader suddenly so I didn't receive it properly, but I accidentally discovered it this time when I went to the alliance." He furrowed his brow, saying that since he was semi-forcibly assigned the position of alliance leader after the Dark Night Demon God Darkan was reported dead, he knew of the Sacred Artifact's existence but didn't know where it was. "Then how did you find it?" Raon narrowed his eyes. Though he didn't know the details yet, he thought there might be a possibility of it being a trap. "Phew, it was in the previous alliance leader's room." Rector let out a short sigh. "It was just thrown carelessly among the swordsmanship books, so I thought it was an ordinary mirror, but it wasn't." He said it was ridiculous even to himself and pulled out a round mirror from his pocket. "I knew well that the man was obsessed with swordsmanship, but I didn't know he would carelessly store even the alliance's Sacred Artifact." Rector clicked his tongue, saying his feelings toward Darkan had fallen beyond rock bottom to underground. "Ah..." Raon narrowed his eyes thinly while looking at Rector. 'Is it because he saw that Sacred Artifact?' Grandfather's martial prowess and realm of the soul seem to have become stronger. Rector was displaying a realm of the soul that was much more magnificent than before, beyond the level of just recovering strength. It seemed like he had gained a serendipitous encounter through that mirror in addition to his life-risking cultivation. "Hmm..." Raon licked his lips while looking at the mirror held in Rector's hand. 'What kind of artifact could it be?' The Holy Sword Alliance was a force with a very deep relationship with Zieghart's First Patriarch. Since there was a high possibility that it was a force created by the First Patriarch based on his expectations, he wanted to examine that mirror. "First, try receiving it." Rector threw him the mirror that was the Holy Sword Alliance's Sacred Artifact as if telling Raon to see it for himself. It was a small mirror that women might carry around, but the edge was slightly cracked, as if cut by something sharp like a sword. "...Is it alright for me to look at this?" Raon's eyes widened as he looked at the mirror he received from Rector. Even though he was Rector's grandson, he wondered if it was alright for him to see the Holy Sword Alliance's Sacred Artifact. "Wouldn't it be fine if you inherited it? The Holy Sword Alliance." Rector told him to become the owner of the Holy Sword Alliance and curled up the corners of his mouth. "What...?" Raon blinked while looking at Rector. "I become the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance?" He had heard someone jokingly tell him to become the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance before, but since he had naturally never seriously considered it, his mouth fell open. -Absolutely not! Wrath vigorously lifted his head up. -This guy has to go to the Devildom and become the demon king of <Bullshit>! The guy glared, saying he should become the demon king responsible for the attribute of bullshit. 'What's this demon king of <Bullshit> suddenly...' Raon let out a deep sigh and looked at Rector. "I am a successor candidate of Zieghart." Raon shook his head, saying he couldn't become the alliance leader of the Holy Sword Alliance. "Why is that?" Rector asked back instead. "Wouldn't it be fine to become the head of house of Zieghart and also the alliance leader of the Holy Sword Alliance?" He shrugged, asking if he couldn't just do both at the same time. "What? Uh..." Raon blinked. 'Come to think of it, there's no reason I can't do both at once.' Unlike before when Zieghart was one of the Six Kings and the Holy Sword Alliance was their enemy, there was no reason he couldn't simultaneously be the head of both forces. 'It's just that it would be difficult for me.' Even if he could become the head of house of Zieghart, since he was already contemplating accepting that position, it would be difficult to accept the position of Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance. -That's right! Wrath nodded his head vigorously. -You must become a demon king! That was the first promise, wasn't it! The guy gritted his teeth, saying becoming a demon king came first. 'Right. Right...' Raon roughly acknowledged Wrath's words and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much time..." "As you must have seen, the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance doesn't really have much to do. The children of the alliance polish their martial arts on their own." Rector chuckled, saying it wouldn't take much time. "Well, whether it's the alliance leader or head of house, think about that after the war ends and first take a look at that mirror." He nodded, telling him to think about later matters later and check the mirror first. "Hmm, understood..." Raon fidgeted with the mirror he received from Rector and slowly lowered his gaze. "But how do you use this mirror?" The mirror was blurry like looking at still water, so his face wasn't visible properly. Moreover, the edge was cracked as if damaged by something like a blade, so it seemed like it might shatter if he touched it clumsily. "The mirror will tell you." Rector shook his head, saying there was no need for instructions or anything like that. "What? What does that mean... Huh?" Raon frowned and stopped while trying to lift his gaze. 'What is this...' Hot energy bloomed from within the mirror and Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Ring of Fire began moving on their own. Gooooo! At the same time, his face in the mirror began to slowly change. The brilliantly bright golden hair faded in color, the heat dwelling in his eyes subsided, and deep wrinkles were carved into his skin. It was an appearance that felt both benevolent and cold. It looked like his own face after many years had passed, also resembled Glenn, and in some ways looked like a completely different person. "A sword is..." The old man in the mirror slowly parted his lips. "A tool for killing." He spoke of the sword's reason for existence with eyes as calm as death. "It became sharp for killing, and became strong for killing. It is a path solely for killing someone." The old man in the mirror nodded slowly with a cold tone, saying the path of the sword was solely the path of killing. His benevolent-looking face appeared as fierce as a slaughterer. "However, where there is shadow, light follows along. The living sword that blocks the killing sword and saves people also grew together. Of course, that sword also grew by seeing someone's blood..." He closed and opened his eyes, saying that ultimately a sword cannot help but call for blood. "Young one." The old man's eyes in the mirror began to brighten like gentle embers. "Your sword carries both death and life together." "Ah!" Raon swallowed dry saliva while looking at the old man whose expression had come alive. 'Now I understand. Who this old man is!' He had changed so much that he couldn't tell at first, but that face was neither his own nor Glenn's. The First Patriarch of Zieghart. Zieghart's ancestor was speaking to him. Looking at the wrinkles on his face, it seemed to be before his final battle with Anima. "The right blade of the sword holds sticky death, and the left blade harbors dim life. On the day when these two different textures take on the same light and become one..." The corners of the First Patriarch's mouth drew a thin arc. "You will be able to draw the sword you desire, young one." He nodded as if Raon might be able to surpass him. "Of course, you will have to experience many things for that." The First Patriarch's voice sank as deep as melancholy. "I want to give you one very small help to overcome those hardships." The First Patriarch caught his breath and drew the sword from his waist. Swoooosh! The First Patriarch's sword moved even slower than a snail. It wasn't for giving instruction. He was putting everything he could do into the sword as he swung it. It was an ordinary-looking sword that was neither flashy nor fierce. However, within it dwelled the life and death of the greatest sword of all time. "Aah..." Raon's hand holding the mirror trembled while watching the sword imbued with the First Patriarch's life and soul. Just watching the First Patriarch's swordsmanship filled his chest with such emotion that he felt like he might cry. The sword that split the world and killed Anima. It was another war that went beyond simply changing principles to shatter this world's will with his own sword. Chaaaaaak! The First Patriarch's sword carved deep sword marks on Raon's chest and soul, transcending a thousand years and the mirror. "I hope it was conveyed well." He nodded with a tired face as if he had put everything into that one swordsmanship. "One more thing lastly. At the Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground..." It was when the First Patriarch was about to say something. Zzzzt! A strange sound came from the cracked part at the edge of the mirror and the First Patriarch's figure began to blur. "...Since it has come to this, I ask of you." The First Patriarch continued saying something, but all Raon could understand was the words "I ask of you." "They say the great roc grows the latest among birds, but flies three thousand li with a single flap of its wings. I will be watching your late wingbeats." He nodded as if they could meet again in the future if Raon continued walking the path of the sword. Swoooosh! As the First Patriarch turned his back, the inside of the mirror became blurry again and his own face began to reflect. It seemed the First Patriarch hadn't used magic to capture himself in this mirror, but had left his sword intent. "I didn't know something like this existed." Raon carefully held the mirror to his chest. "Thank you so much." He bowed his head, saying it had been an enormous help. 'It's beyond the level of help.' Seeing the First Patriarch's final sword from behind and from the front were completely different. As he said, it would take a long time, but Raon felt confident he could make that sword his own. 'Moreover...' I also learned that I need to combine the sword imbued with death and the sword containing life. Thanks to the First Patriarch's teachings, he also realized that he needed to combine the swordsmanship imbued with death and the sword imbued with life to create his own sword. It was truly a moment where he felt many things. "It seems you met a wonderful you." Rector smiled and grabbed Raon's shoulder. "I met myself?" Raon blinked. "Yes. That mirror is a Sacred Artifact that allows you to meet your future or past self. You can gain many things through it." Rector grabbed Raon's shoulder as if relieved that it had been helpful. "Hmm..." Raon looked at the mirror again and narrowed his eyes. 'That wasn't me.' It seemed like the First Patriarch's arrangement was conveyed only to him. "It seems so..." Raon nodded for now while touching the mirror. "Unfortunately, you can only meet once." Rector calmly stroked his chin, saying that even if you keep looking, you can't meet your future or past self again. "I see. But..." Raon pointed to the cracked part of the mirror while recalling the First Patriarch's last words that he couldn't hear. "Why was this cracked?" "Why do you think?" Rector sighed while looking at the cracked part of the mirror. "That sword-crazed human broke it while practicing swordsmanship where the mirror was." He clicked his tongue, saying it was Darkan's doing. "Aah..." Though he felt both anxious and regretful about not hearing the First Patriarch's last words, when Darkan's name came up, it made sense why the mirror was broken. "So was it helpful?" Rector grinned, saying he definitely wanted to show it before the war began. "Yes." Raon nodded firmly without hesitation. "Thanks to grandfather, I now have confidence that I won't lose to anyone." He had received the First Patriarch's testimony. If he could harmonize death and life and embody them in his sword, he wouldn't lose to anyone in this world. He clenched his fist while engraving that goal in his heart. "Thank you." Raon bowed, saying he would produce results in this war that would show the mirror's worth. "Then that's fortunate!" Rector clapped his hands loudly with a proud face. 'Wrath. Thank you too.' Raon thanked him for waiting quietly and tapped Wrath who was floating in the air. -Wait...? Waited quietly? Wrath slowly turned his body. Red veins were protruding in his blue eyes. -Can't you see that in your eyes? Following Wrath's finger, he could see the sky that was already brightening and the annex building's chimney with no smoke rising from it.