The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1014

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Chapter 1014

I commanded the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen to wait at the Training Ground before heading toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“I greet the Young Master.”

Roen, who had been cleaning the doors and walls of the Audience Chamber, bowed his head. Like Glen’s butler, he seemed to be personally handling the cleaning of the Patriarch’s Hall as well.

“How is your body feeling? Any better?”
“Not fully recovered, but nearly there.”

I thanked him for his concern and bowed my head in return.

“Is the Head of House inside?”
“Yes. He is attending to matters, but I believe he will grant you an audience. Please wait a moment.”

Roen smiled thinly and entered the Audience Chamber.

“The Head of House has granted you an audience. Please come in.”

He emerged about a minute later and gestured for me to follow.

“Thank you.”

I thanked Roen and stepped through the door he had opened. I walked across the pristine crimson carpet, untouched by a single speck of dust, and knelt before the Platform.
I walked across the spotless red carpet and knelt down in front of the platform.

“Rise.”
“Wake up.”

Just as I was about to bow my head, Glen’s final voice rang out from the Platform.

“Didn’t I tell you before? When it’s just the two of us, there’s no need for formalities.”

As I lifted my gaze upon hearing those words, I saw Glen Zigheart smiling softly.

“Yeah. It looks like your body’s feeling a bit better.”

Glen assessed my condition at a glance, his brow furrowing with concern.

“I heard it would take at least a month for you to recover, yet here you are, training after just a week. You really are something else….”

He shook his head with a helpless laugh, genuinely bewildered.

“I must have inherited Grandfather’s sturdy constitution.”

I rotated my wrist, mentioning that my recovery had always been faster than average.

“Hah!”

Glen’s expression wavered as if his very soul had been shaken by my mention of Grandfather. He clutched his head and let out an exclamation.

“Oh, I thought you were training with the children from Gwangpung Hall today. Why have you come here?”

He gripped the broken armrest of the Jade Throne with trembling hands, tilting his chin slightly.

“A week ago, I sent a letter to Heekyukje of the White Whale, requesting a meeting with the Five Sovereigns.”

I produced the reply that had come from Heekyukje.

“You sent a letter to Heekyukje asking to meet?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

“Ah, so by saying you wanted to meet with the Five Sovereigns, you meant you’d also be seeing Akgeomhu.”
“That’s correct.”

I nodded calmly in affirmation.

“What’s your reason?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he asked why I had contacted Heekyukje at this particular time.

“If we leave the Five Sovereigns unattended, they could be recruited by the Four Demons.”

I tightened my grip on the letter I was holding.

“The Four Demons are likely in emergency mode due to the deaths of the Black Tower Master and Tacheon. They’ll hide deeper and work to reorganize internally. However….”

I narrowed my eyes while looking at the continental map hanging on the wall of the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Once they’ve prepared sufficiently, they’ll move to gather their forces again. And if I know Derus Robert, that preparation time won’t be very long.”
“That seems likely.”

Glen tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne with his finger, urging me to continue.

“So we need to meet the Divine Continent Five Regions before the Four Demons move. Though they’re the Two Sovereigns now.”

I took a short breath.

“I and the Flying Swallow Unit had similar thoughts. But it’s unclear how to persuade Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu.”

Glen smacked his lips briefly while looking at me.

“There’s no need to persuade them.”

I shook my head firmly.

“What do you mean?”
“Even though Sageomma and Guisalchang chose the Four Demons, Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu didn’t move and only watched for an opportunity to inflate their price.”

I twisted my lips savagely and continued.

“But the situation has changed greatly now. The Dark Tower has fallen, and if they’re the type to seek profit while watching for opportunities even with Tacheon dead, there’s no need to bring them to our side….”

I raised the Heavenly Sword and emanated a chilling killing intent.

“I’ll cut them down where they stand.”
“Cut them down? Why?”

Glen tilted his head as if asking for my reasoning. Yet his eyes remained calm, as if reading all my thoughts.

“Calculating profit even when their own safety and that of their subordinates hangs by a thread isn’t the way of a warrior—it’s the mindset of a merchant. Such schemers can betray us anytime when faced with greater profit, whether they join the Four Demons or stand behind us. I believe it’s right to cut them down before problems arise.”

I bowed my head to Glen, asking for his permission.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart didn’t answer immediately, instead slowly stroking his chin.

“Unafraid of blood, unhindered in action, and never losing composure—the very bearing a Head of House should possess. Now I understand what that fellow meant.”

He gazed out the window with eyes that held a distant longing.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen laughed knowingly, as if he understood Glen Zigheart’s cryptic words.

“What do you mean….”

Raon’s eyes widened, unable to grasp Glen Zigheart’s meaning.

“There was someone who insisted the Head of House position must be passed to you unconditionally. It’s been a long time since I thought of him.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head briefly, smacking his lips.

“Ah….”

Raon realized who Glen Zigheart was referring to and bit his lip slightly.

“Then do you have confidence?”

Glen Zigheart’s quiet gaze descended, asking whether Raon was confident he could defeat Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu.

“I’m aware that Heekyuk Je is the strongest among the Five Sovereigns. However….”

Raon straightened his posture, his jaw set firm.

“It doesn’t seem like it will happen.”

He revealed his confidence and placed his hand upon the Heavenly Sword.

“Then what will you do about Akgeomhu?”

Glen Zigheart smiled as if he expected this, speaking Akgeomhu’s name.

“Akgeomhu seems to follow Heekyuk Je’s opinions, but if persuasion fails with her as well, I’ll cut her down.”

I steeled my resolve to protect my precious people and this land, gripping the Heavenly Sword tighter in my hand.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m asking if you can defeat Akgeomhu.”

Glen shook his head as if telling me to speak properly.

“Akgeomhu…?”

I exhaled quietly, meeting Glen’s calm gaze.

‘Akgeomhu should be weaker than Heekyuk Je, shouldn’t she?’

I couldn’t understand why he brought up Akgeomhu’s name when her martial prowess was inferior to Heekyuk Je’s.

‘Could he be worried about their combined attack?’

Glen seemed concerned about a joint assault from both Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu. Just as I was about to answer that question, he spoke first.

“You still don’t know, it seems.”

Glen nodded slowly as if he’d expected as much.

“Then go and experience it firsthand. Whatever happens, you’ll gain something from it.”

He waved his hand, indicating he would accept my proposal for this mission.

“Be careful on your way.”
“…Understood.”

I thanked him and left the Audience Chamber with a puzzled expression.

“Won’t you tell me?”

Roen chuckled and looked at Glen.

“That incompetent teacher of the boy said something like that once.”

Glen gazed upward at the boundless azure sky stretching endlessly above.

“Raon grows stronger with each hardship he faces. Something will change this time as well.”

He smiled serenely, as if confident that Raon would return with the answers they needed.

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After leaving the Patriarch’s Hall, I made my way back to the 5th Training Ground where the swordsmen awaited.

“In two days, we depart for Baekgyeong.”

I stood at the edge of the platform and announced the new mission.

“Our objective is to persuade Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu into forging an alliance with the Five Emperors. However….”

I shook my head, releasing a chilling aura of killing intent.

“If those two refuse our proposal, we eliminate Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak on the spot.”

I clenched my fists, making clear that this was the true objective.

“A-are you serious, sir?”

Burren’s jaw trembled—he hadn’t expected me to speak of erasing Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak so casually.

“Completely serious. There’s no reason to accept those who could become enemies or stab us in the back.”

I nodded, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“In the worst case, we may face an all-out war against Baekgyeong and Mugeomgak, so prepare thoroughly.”
“When do we depart?”

Martha licked her lips slowly, as if anticipating that full-scale battle.

“Two days from now.”

I instructed them to restore their physical strength, mental fortitude, and aura over the next two days, flicking my finger for emphasis.

“Understood!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall had already entered combat readiness, their sharp killing intent honed to a razor’s edge.

“Prepare well then… First, check your weapon maintenance…”

Lunan turned away and instructed her subordinates on what to be mindful of. Though her gaze remained fierce and unyielding, her counsel seeped into their ears with remarkable clarity.

“Then we’ll disband. Let’s reconvene here at dawn two days from now.”

At my order to dismiss, the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall filed out of the Training Ground in orderly fashion.

“You’re certainly filthy busy, aren’t you.”

Dogyae furrowed his brow as if questioning whether I enjoyed work so much.

“Well, at least I won’t need to worry about the kids for a while.”

He licked his lips, muttering that he should pour himself a drink after all this time.

“Thank you always for your help.”

I bowed my head to Dogyae as he prepared to leave the Training Ground.

“If you know that, then bring me some liquor.”

Dogyae rephrased his words as a wish for my safe return, then shuffled out of the Training Ground.

Whiiiit!

I chuckled softly as I watched Dogyae leave, then whistled toward the sky.

Piiiiit!

A thin cry echoed from above, and a small swallow descended to perch on the tip of my finger.

“I’m counting on you.”

I pulled a small letter from my pocket and tied it to the swallow’s leg.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

The young swallow soared high into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

-Who are you sending this one to now?

Wrath wrinkled his nose, remarking that the swallow seemed to have no time to rest.

‘To Grandfather.’

I shook my head with a smile.

‘He must be worried, so I should send word that I’m safe. I’m also curious if there’s anything else going on.’

I chuckled softly, mentioning that I’d also sent a letter to Lectar.

-Now that you mention it, it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen that old man.

Wrath smacked his lips, curious about what the other reclusive elder was up to.

‘Right, I’m curious too.’

I gazed at the sky where the swallow had vanished and smiled gently.

‘Once this matter is resolved, it wouldn’t be bad to visit him after all this time.’

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“So that’s what happened.”

Lectar set down the neatly folded letter with a gentle smile.

“Is this a letter from Zigheart?”

Mustan, who had been practicing swordplay behind him, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

“How did you know?”

Lectar folded the letter and blinked his eyes.

“Only Lord Raon or Lady Sia can make you smile like that, Master.”

Mustan grinned, saying the sender was obvious from the expression on Lectar’s face.

“Ahem!”

Lectar cleared his throat as his lips, which had naturally curved upward, came back down.

“It looks good on you—you can keep smiling like that.”

Mustan waved his hand, saying it was a smile that lifted the spirits just to see.

“So what does the letter that made you smile so much say? Won’t you tell me too?”

He rolled his eyes curiously.

“Read it yourself.”

Lectar tossed the letter to Mustan as if telling him to verify it directly.

“Oh!”

Mustan, startled at first, stretched out his hand and unfolded the letter he received from Lectar.

“It’s from Lord Raon. Ha. Huh! Whoa….”

As he read the letter, his eyes widened dramatically, then narrowed, repeating this cycle several times.

“I heard rumors that Guisalchang and Tacheon were dead, but I never imagined Lord Raon was the one behind it!”

Mustan trembled, his hands shaking as he held the letter in shock.

“And the Heavenly Demon, no less… this is absolutely insane.”

He recited the astonishing facts from the brief letter’s contents, barely able to breathe properly.

“He writes one incredible story after another, and then ends by worrying about his teacher’s health—that’s rather amusing.”

Mustan chuckled softly as he read the final sentence of the letter that said, “Grandfather, I’ll visit you soon. Please take care of yourself.”

“He’s an affectionate one, after all.”

Lectar carefully placed the letter Mustan had given him into his breast pocket, then pictured his grandfather’s warm, affectionate smile.

“When I first saw Raon, there wasn’t much difference between us, yet somehow the gap has grown so wide….”

Mustan admired Raon, but he exhaled softly, remarking that his growth was incomprehensible.

“It’s best to let someone like Raon go without trying to catch up.”

Lectar shook his head, recalling Raon’s talent for replicating his opponents’ martial techniques.

“You possess talent that wouldn’t be strange to call genius yourself, so continue your diligence as you have been.”

He waved his hand at Mustan, telling him to focus only on his own spirit and martial arts.

“I understand, sir. Don’t worry!”

Mustan laughed without hesitation, saying he no longer harbored jealousy or resentment.

“Then I should write a reply as well.”

Lectar wrote a letter to Raon right there on the spot.

“M-Master! Me too! Please include something about me as well!”

Mustan waved his hand, asking only that his regards be conveyed.

“I already did.”

Lectar waved his finger reassuringly, then tied the letter he had written himself to the sparrow’s ankle.

Screeeech!

The black swallow dipped its head once before soaring into the crimson-streaked sky.

Screeeech!

A white hawk descended from the West Side like lightning, seizing the swallow by the throat.

Shriek!

The swallow thrashed and cried out, but the white hawk refused to relent its talons, intent on delivering death.

“What in the….”

Lectar’s brow furrowed. The swallow Raon had sent was no ordinary creature, yet it had been captured without resistance—a sight that astonished him.

Tsk.

Lectar clicked his tongue and extended his hand, drawing the white hawk toward his grasp.

Crack!

With a twist of his wrist, Lectar snapped the hawk’s neck before it could finish its prey.

Shriek.

Finally freed from the hawk’s talons, the swallow released a faint, trembling cry.

“Can you continue?”
Shriek.

As concern flickered across Lectar’s gaze, the swallow chirped reassuringly and took flight once more into the heavens.

“M-Master.”

Mustan pointed at the lifeless white hawk, swallowing hard.

“There’s a l-letter here.”

He trembled as he gazed at the black letter tied to the white hawk’s leg.

“This place is supposed to be unknown to anyone. How could they….”

Mustan chewed his lips anxiously, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

“In the end….”

Lectar exhaled heavily as he observed the Robert Family crest engraved at the end of the letter.

“They’ve arrived.”

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