The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 748 "Alliance leader of the Holy Sword?" The Leader of the White Blood Religion sneered at Rector reflected in the last gray window. "You think you can handle the Holy Sword Alliance?" She waved her hand up and down, telling him not to talk nonsense. "That's none of your business. I've already ascended to the position of Alliance leader." Rector sneered back at the Leader of the White Blood Religion, turning his chin sideways. "You're insolent." The Leader of the White Blood Religion uncrossed her legs and leaned her upper body forward. "How dare you, an old man who's been hiding behind the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance." She raised her killing intent, asking if he wanted to die as soon as he became the Alliance leader. "Let's wait a moment." The Fallen waved his hand at the Leader of the White Blood Religion, who narrowed her pupils, and looked at Rector. "Lord Rector. Calling yourself the Alliance leader means you've taken control of the Holy Sword Alliance, right?" "If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have come here." Rector nodded with dry eyes. "That's impressive. However..." The Fallen's gaze began to turn red. "To swallow up that massive Holy Sword Alliance as if you've been waiting for it, you must have been preparing even before the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance died..." He revealed snake-like eyes as if trying to observe Rector's reaction. "Hmm..." Derus Robert sank back into his throne, stroking his chin as if finding this situation interesting. "Think what you want." Rector didn't fall for either the Leader of the White Blood Religion's provocation or The Fallen's challenge. "If my presence is uncomfortable, I'll leave." His voice sank coldly, as if he had no lingering attachment. "Fine. Get lost." The Leader of the White Blood Religion snorted and nodded. "We're better off without the likes of you anyway." She twisted her lips, saying she could handle everything herself. "Let's wait." Derus interjected between the Leader of the White Blood Religion and Rector, stretching out his hand. "Even though there are a few concerning factors, the Five Kings are currently more united than ever. It would be foolish to abandon a force like the Holy Sword Alliance at a time like this." He looked at the Leader of the White Blood Religion, saying there was nothing to lose by maintaining the Five Demons. "The reason the Holy Sword Alliance was so massive was because of their leader! Do you think that old man can replace the sword-obsessed monster?" The Leader of the White Blood Religion tapped her temple with her snow-white finger, telling them to think properly. "Of course he can't. He probably knows that better than anyone." Derus turned his gaze to Rector, drawing a faint smile. "But everyone here can feel that his martial prowess is different from ordinary Transcendent Warriors." Even the Leader of the White Blood Religion seemed to acknowledge Rector's martial prowess, wrinkling her nose. "Except for the leaders of the Five Kings and Five Demons, there's no one on this continent who can match the Sword Demon. Unless the Warlord or the Blade Queen returns. Even the riffraff of the Five Divine Orders are no match." Derus spoke with confidence, as if he had a grasp on the martial prowess of everyone on the continent. "That's not true, though?" The Leader of the White Blood Religion narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "It's not well-known, but there's one person who's not inferior even compared to that old man..." "That's not a card you can casually play, is it?" Derus let out a relaxed laugh as if he already knew. "You..." The Leader of the White Blood Religion's expression froze coldly. "How much do you know?" "Well." Derus turned his head without answering. "Anyway, it's right to acknowledge the Sword Demon's martial prowess and his ability to control the Holy Sword Alliance in such a short time. If no one opposes, let's proceed with the conference." He nodded, saying to raise a hand if anyone opposed. The Fallen and the Black Tower Master didn't move a finger, and even the Leader of the White Blood Religion, while frowning at Derus, didn't raise her hand. "Since it's come to this." Derus nodded slightly at Rector. "As fellow newcomers, I look forward to working with you." "Hm." Rector leaned back in his chair, snorting as if he had expected this outcome. "But..." The Leader of the White Blood Religion frowned, glaring at Derus. "Why is the newcomer leading the conference like he's the head?" "Because I convened this conference." Derus shrugged as if asking if there was a problem. "I've opened a more secretive channel using the Six Kings' conference method, so that much should be acceptable, right?" He shook his chin, telling her not to be so petty. "I don't mind." The Fallen smiled softly, saying it didn't matter either way. The window reflecting the Black Tower Master shook as if it might shatter. An ominous energy wave rippled, making it unclear whether it was agreement or refusal. "Since there seems to be no opposition, let's start the conference..." "Ah, before that." The Fallen raised his hand with a chilling smile. "Could you tell us who the Archangel you summoned is?" He rolled his gleaming eyes as he threw out the question. "It's Archangel Uriel." Derus mentioned Uriel's name without hesitation. "Is he on our side?" The Leader of the White Blood Religion narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Derus. "It's not that simple a relationship. Let's call it mutual assistance..." Derus calmly shook his head. "I help with his affairs, and he helps with mine. It's probably similar to the relationship you all have." "At least it means he's not an enemy." Rector smacked his lips while keeping his arms crossed. "That's right. As long as we don't provoke him first, Uriel won't attack the Five Demons. I guarantee it" Derus snapped his fingers as if to assure that he stands by his words. "I don't like it." The Leader of the White Blood Religion furrowed her brows deeply. "What are you hiding?" "You're free to believe me or not. Just don't provoke Uriel first, as I said. Simply put, you could call him a new demon." Derus laughed, saying they could even call it the Six Demons including Uriel. "Is that answer satisfactory?" "...It's sufficient." The Fallen nodded, his eyes calm and steady. "Then let me ask one thing too." Derus continued, stroking the armrest. "Is the one called the Heavenly Demon not coming out?" His eyes flashed darkly in return. "I actually went to look for him." The Fallen let out a short sigh, as if regretful. "I came back without even meeting him. It seems he has no intention of coming out yet." He smacked his lips, saying it might take some time. "Hmph. Can't even control one guy like that." The Leader of the White Blood Religion rolled her eyes as if unimpressed. "As I've said many times, he and I are equals. I can't just order him around." The Fallen clasped his hands together, asking for understanding. "I see." "Yes. That's right." Derus and The Fallen looked at each other, drawing subtle smiles. "If your curiosity is satisfied, shall we start the conference?" Rector furrowed his brow as if wanting to end this quickly. "You're impatient. Fine." Derus nodded and spread his right hand. "Currently, the Five Kings are using the Black Market's intelligence to locate the Five Demons' headquarters. The moment they pinpoint our location, they'll mobilize Transcendent Warriors to wipe us out in one fell swoop." He chuckled as if he was aware of the Black Market's movements. "In this situation, moving directly isn't a good strategy. We could be picked off one by one if we're not careful." "So what do you suggest we do?" The Leader of the White Blood Religion flicked her white hand, urging him to quickly provide a solution. "At times like this, we need to create a disturbance from the outside, not from within." "Outside?" "Yes. It would be best to build our strength from the edges of the continent." A map of the entire continent unfolded behind Derus. "The Five Kings are currently growing stronger by taking advantage of the gap left by our retreat. If we stay like this, we'll inevitably be crushed by the difference in power. So we too must increase our strength." As he raised his finger, light began to sparkle at the edges of the continent. "The continent is vast, and there are many places beyond the reach of the Five Kings. The Five Divine Orders also help to blind them." Derus, as if he had already devised a plan, assigned positions to each of the Five Demons where they could grow stronger. "I don't like this place." The Leader of the White Blood Religion wrinkled her nose, as if displeased with her assigned location. "Then I'll take that place." The Fallen smiled, saying he didn't mind where he went. "Do as you please." Derus also nodded, indicating he didn't care who went where. "The locations I've designated are uncharted lands with relics and dungeons from ancient times. It will be dangerous and arduous, but the rewards will be even greater." He clenched his fist with a chilling smile. "Send your trusted subordinates to grow stronger. So we can add even one more sharp blade to the coming war." Derus bared his teeth, saying they couldn't afford to stand still. "Don't state the obvious." The Leader of the White Blood Religion frowned and shook her head. "And don't speak in a commanding tone. It makes me want to kill you." She sparked a sinister gaze, telling him to know his place. "I'll keep that in mind." Derus smiled serenely despite receiving the Leader of the White Blood Religion's killing intent. "Hmph." The Leader of the White Blood Religion snorted and erased her gray window. The third window reflecting the Black Tower Master also disappeared instantly. He ended the conference without uttering a single word till the end. "A conference of little value." Rector also spat out cold words before disappearing from the gray screen. "Lord Derus..." The Fallen smiled faintly while looking at the gray window where Rector had been. "Do you trust Lord Rector?" “Who knows?” Derus raised his hand as if telling The Fallen to speak first. "Lord Rector has saved Raon Zieghart three times. Each time he used the excuse of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance, but he might have other thoughts." The Fallen ended his words vaguely, without making a decision himself. "We think alike. However, regardless of what intentions Rector might have, it's also true that we need his power..." The corners of Derus's mouth curled up into a long smile. "It's also true that there's something to exploit, isn't there?" "It seems you've gathered quite a lot of information while being a hero. Have you planted spies among us too?" Contrary to his words, The Fallen showed a relaxed smile. "The same goes for you all, doesn't it?" Derus also gave a slight nod with a faint smile. The two Transcendent Warriors ended the video conference after exchanging eerie smiles, as if probing each other's intentions. "He seems quite perceptive." Derus snorted as he erased the window reflecting The Fallen. "Did he actually see the Heavenly Demon?" Though The Fallen said he hadn't met the Heavenly Demon, it was clear he had actually seen his face. It seemed like he was preparing something, even if he wasn't moving now. "Lord Derus." Kubara, who had been observing the conference from behind, stepped forward. "Are you planning to hide the fact that the demon king's power resides in Raon Zieghart?" Kubara bowed, as if questioning. "That card is too valuable for those fools to use." Derus shook his head lightly. He twisted his lips with eyes so cold it sent shivers down the spine. "I alone... Only I have the right to bring down Raon Zieghart." * * * Rector let out a long sigh while leaning back in his chair. "Well done, Master. No, Alliance Leader." Mustan approached Rector and bowed his head. "That's enough. Call me Master as you have been." Rector waved his hand weakly. His body slumped in the chair as if it had turned to liquid. "Are you alright?" "I'm just a bit drained." Rector waved his hand, telling Mustan not to worry. 'As expected, they're not easy opponents.' It was a whole different dimension compared to when he was watching from behind the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance. Even though it was just a video conference, he felt like his lungs were drying up. 'Still, it's not unbearable.' Derus Robert's martial prowess was unfathomably deep and vast, but the other three weren't quite to that level. He couldn't win, but it seemed he could buy a little time. 'Derus and The Fallen must be suspecting me.' Those two, with their strong intelligence network and sharp minds, didn't even cast a suspicious glance his way. They clearly had other intentions. 'Still, I must continue.' It's already a precarious situation. Having mounted the tiger called the Five Demons, he had to ride it to the end, even if his flesh and bones were torn away. 'For Raon and Sylvia.' As a father-in-law and grandfather, he hadn't done anything for them. In place of his unworthy son, he wanted to create information and opportunities that could empower Sylvia and Raon, even if it meant throwing away his old life. "Phew." Rector let out a short sigh and lowered his gaze. "What happened to the Formless Sword Lord and the White Demon Swordsman?" "They still don't acknowledge you as the Union Leader, Master." Mustan frowned, suggesting it wouldn't be easy. “That’s to be expected. Those two were drawn here by the madness of the Holy Sword Alliance Leader…” Rector shook his head, saying nothing was easy, when his eyes met those of a squirrel outside the window. The squirrel, seemingly frightened, put an unripe fruit in its mouth and scurried down the tree. "Master?" "It's nothing." Rector stood up from his chair and stepped down from the platform. "I'll have to go see them myself." His back was broad and sturdy, but there was a sense of loneliness about it. * * * Raon and Burren's swords clashed and then roughly separated. Burren exhaled deeply, bending at the waist. He bit his lip, his face pale as if facing an insurmountable wall. "Not a bad sword." Raon nodded as he lowered his Heavenly Drive. "It's fast, disciplined, and sharp. But that's all. The intricacies of each sword technique are disconnected." The Frost Wind Sword was undoubtedly an excellent technique, but Burren himself wasn't wielding it efficiently. "You probably know the reason better than I do." Raon struck Burren's thigh with the flat of his Heavenly Drive. Thwack! Burren was pushed back, biting his lip. "Elegance imbued with precision." Raon followed Burren, his voice icy cold. "It's because you can't let go of that finesse you've had from the beginning." He struck at Burren's openings, lowering his eyebrows. "You need to fully embrace what you want to keep, and completely discard what you want to let go. But you're doing neither." "Kuh-huk!" Burren groaned, spitting blood as he fell to his knees. "Huh... Huh..." He exhaled roughly, his chest heaving as if all his strength had left him. "If you don't decide on a clear direction, the gap between you and Martha and Runaan, who you've barely been keeping up with, will widen again." "Phew, I know." Burren nodded as he got to his feet. "I'll make a clear decision, so let's continue." As he was about to move again, Raon waved his hand. "You're already at your limit. If you push any further, you won't improve; you'll regress due to injury. Besides, it's already past time," Raon pointed at the moon-filled night sky. Training time had long since passed, and most of the swordsmen had already gone to eat dinner. -That eyeball brat. His personality really has changed. Wrath rubbed his nose, saying everything had changed except for the intensity in Raon's eyes. -That guy has a lot on his mind, which is problematic, but he'll ultimately rise high. He smacked his lips, saying that even Burren's worries were stepping stones for getting stronger. 'I suppose so.' Raon nodded. Because he also believed in Burren, he could push him harder than anyone else. "I see. Time has already..." Burren smiled regretfully as he lowered his sword. "Looks like I'll have to wait a while again." It was just as he was about to retreat for personal training. "L-Lord Raon! Lord Burren!" Dorian came running over the wall with bread in his mouth. "They say the Central Martial Palace Lord has come out of the Room of Self!" Dorian waved his arms, saying he had left the Room of Self and entered the Lord's Manor. "Are you going too?" Burren was about to run off but turned back to look. "I must go." Nodding in response to Burren's question, Raon sheathed his Heavenly Drive. He let out a short sigh as he left the training ground with heavy steps. 'Karoon Zieghart.' Whether you'll stand before me or... (E/N: I'm too dumb to understand this sentence sorry, so I translated it as I could)