The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1024

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Chapter 1024

“Very well then. Let us adjourn.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, his complexion smooth and radiant as though thirty years had been lifted from his shoulders.

“I wondered why you summoned us so suddenly, but it seems there was good reason.”
“Exactly! I never imagined we’d forge an alliance with the Divine Continent Five Regions in a single day.”
“And on top of that, you awakened both Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu. What kind of ability do you possess?”
“There’s a reason he’s the youngest Jeonju in history. It seems we should have lined up to support him long ago.”

The executives cast sidelong glances at me before filing out of the Audience Chamber.

“My nephew never ceases to amaze me!”

Valdemar patted his own shoulder approvingly.

“You’ve accomplished something truly remarkable. You’ve worked hard, and I’m grateful.”

Denier also smiled and offered his belated applause.

“Let’s share a meal sometime!”

Valdemar mentioned he would host a banquet, instructing me to visit Jinmu Hall, before departing the Patriarch’s Hall with Denier.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes, recalling Denier’s gentle smile.

‘He seems like a different person.’

Before, I had sensed an indefinable dampness and distance from Denier, but now only a warm aura emanated from him like Valdemar. I truly couldn’t fathom what kind of man he was.

“Ugh! That one. I should have absolutely brought Gwangpung Jeonju along in the selection ceremony….”

Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Master, clicked her tongue in lingering regret.

“As if things work out that way. That damned gambler probably used every trick in the book to get his hooks into Raon’s pants leg.”

Sheryl shook her head, insisting that because of Rimer, my allegiance would never change.

“That’s right. He’s been scheming for quite some time now.”

Roen also seemed to recall Rimer, chuckling as he saw off Serena and the remaining executives.

“Sigh….”

I surveyed the Audience Chamber, now empty save for Glen and myself, and exhaled heavily.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Repeating the same story consecutively—and the second time while bearing the concentrated gaze of the family’s executives—had drained me mentally.

‘At least Karun and Aris weren’t here. That’s a mercy.’

The two were training together and couldn’t attend, but had they come, their piercing stares would have exhausted me far more.

“Well done.”

Glen nodded with a satisfied smile, his face brightening visibly. He seemed genuinely pleased.

“You must be tired. Go ahead and rest—”
“There’s something I’d like to ask you first.”

Before I could withdraw, I stepped forward, saying I had a question.

“Not just one—you can ask ten if you wish.”

Glen’s voice was warm and kind, as if he’d answer anything.

-Wait, has he become a different person?

Wrath let out an exasperated breath.

-That old geezer was never like this before!

He furrowed his brow, wondering where Wrath’s characteristically blunt manner of speech had gone.

‘I’m not entirely sure myself….’

Raon exhaled softly.

‘It seems like he changed after I saved my sister….’

I couldn’t yet determine whether he had always been this way but suppressed it, or if meeting Sia and Edgar had awakened him emotionally.

“Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu both underwent awakening while sparring with me, but I believe that wasn’t mere coincidence—it was possible because I’ve reached the realm of the Heart Sword.”

Raon clasped his hands before him as he looked at Glen, who was leaning back against the Jade Throne.

“Grandfather, after you ascended to the realm of the Heart Sword, did you not experience any physical or mental changes?”

Though he had gained the trait of Spirit Transformation, he hadn’t yet grasped its precise application, so he wanted to ask Glen about that aspect.

“You’re right—it’s certain that your soul has had a profound influence on the minds of Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu, who are experiencing heart demons.”

Glen smiled in agreement.

“The Heart Sword is an absolute martial art that sharpens one’s own soul to sever the soul of an enemy. However, since one must expend their entire soul in honing the sword of the heart, it’s not easy to influence others.”

He shook his head, saying he had never experienced anything like what I was going through.

“Then why am I….”
“As I’ve said before, you possess a soul far too vast for your current martial power. It seems the surplus of your soul’s quality—even after creating a Heart Sword befitting your realm—has had a beneficial influence on Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu.”

Glen lowered his hand, saying that must be the only explanation.

“It’s remarkable. Normally, reaching a high realm at a young age should result in a smaller soul quality, yet compared to myself at that time, yours is overwhelmingly vast.”

He tilted his chin, finding it difficult to comprehend by his own understanding.

“Perhaps it’s because you’ve endured battles and experiences that few others could ever face. In any case, it’s a fortunate thing.”

Glen offered his congratulations and leaned back against the Jade Throne.

“However, while it’s good to cultivate another’s martial arts, don’t neglect your own sword either. Your heart-sword can grow infinitely in ways mine cannot.”

He tapped the armrest of the damaged Jade Throne with his finger.

Glen Zigheart drew a warm smile, saying he looked forward to seeing my unique heart-sword.

“I will keep that in mind.”

I bowed respectfully to Glen Zigheart.

“You must be tired. Go and rest.”

“You must be tired, so go on back.”
I backed out of the Audience Chamber without turning my back to Glen Zigheart, who was radiating a pleased laugh.

-Let’s hurry back!

Wrath grabbed my sleeve and shook it before I’d even left the Patriarch’s Hall.

-I’m starving! Let’s go home and eat first!

He shook his head, complaining that he hadn’t eaten properly while in Barene and asking me to take care of him.

“I have something to do first.”

Rather than heading straight back to the Annex Building, I whistled in front of the Patriarch’s Hall.

*Wheeeee!*

Not long after the whistle echoed, a young swallow descended from the sky with a gentle cry, landing on my palm.

“Have you been well?”

I smiled and stroked the young swallow’s head.

*Chirp.*

Beep.

The young swallow chirped with its leg raised, as if it had been playing well the entire time.

“It seemed a bit injured, but I’m glad it’s all better now.”

I lifted the swallow onto my shoulder, then pulled out a sheet of white paper from my pocket and began writing a letter.

“I’m counting on you.”

After finishing the letter, I tied it to the swallow’s leg and released it into the sky.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

The young swallow circled once above my head as if to assure me not to worry, then flew swiftly toward the South.

-Did you send that to the old geezer over there?

Wrath tilted his chin, as if asking whether I’d sent the letter to Lectar.

‘Since he sent a reply, it seems he enjoys my letters.’

I laughed, saying I’d probably need to keep sending letters from now on.

-You must find it bothersome too.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly.

-Having two stubborn old men to look after.
‘No, actually I like it.’

I shook my head firmly.

‘It’s far better to have even one person to care for than to have nothing at all.’

Unlike my past life where family and acquaintances didn’t exist, I now had many people to look after, and my heart felt all the warmer and happier for it.

‘Let’s head back to the Annex Building.’

I smiled and placed my hand on Wrath’s head.

‘I’ll take care of you too.’
-Oh! Then I’ll roast beef, pork, lamb, and chicken, fry them up, bring them over, and add pineapple pizza and shrimp pasta with tuna….
‘Suddenly this is becoming a hassle.’

I shook my head as I watched Wrath endlessly muttering through the menu.

‘I think I need to remove you from the list of people I need to take care of.’
-Why!

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“If you’re all done talking, I’m leaving.”

The White Blood Cult Master snorted derisively as soon as the meeting ended, then opened the door and disappeared.

“I should be going as well.”

Lectar smacked his lips briefly and rose to his feet.

“Thank you for coming all this way, Holy Sword Master.”

Derus Robert bowed respectfully to Lectar.

“As I mentioned, I would appreciate it if you could absorb the surrounding forces one by one while keeping yourself hidden. At that position, no one should be able to detect you.”

He smiled calmly, reminding him to pay attention to what had been discussed in the meeting.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Lectar nodded as he walked toward the door.

‘A chilling man.’

Seeing him speak so brazenly after openly finding the Holy Sword Association’s Holy Ground like a tourist attraction that no one else knew about made my blood boil.
That man was a monster in both power and cunning.

“I understand.”
“Ah, one more thing.”

As Lectar reached for the door handle to leave, Derus Robert raised his hand.

“Even if you have acquaintances among the Five Sovereigns, do not include any alliance proposals. Those two have already sided with the Five Emperors.”

Derus Robert shook his head as if it were too late to change course.

“The Five Sovereigns?”

Lectar swallowed hard and turned back to face Derus Robert.

“Yes. Since it’s already done, there’s no need to concern yourself with them.”

Derus Robert showed neither anger nor alarm upon learning that the Five Sovereigns—those positioned directly beneath the Five Emperors—had sided with them.
Whether those words were truth or merely a test of his resolve, the serene gaze in that man’s eyes sent a chill racing down his spine.

“…I understand.”

Lectar suppressed his tension and exited the conference hall.
As he passed through the corridor where white light flickered, the mountain leading to the Holy Sword Association came into view.

‘He’s openly revealing that he knows the Holy Sword Association’s location.’

When he’d entered, the door had opened from a location far removed from this place, yet now he was being sent back directly in front of the mountain. It seemed Derus Robert was making a show of knowing everything about the Holy Sword Association.

‘That insufferable bastard.’

Lectar exhaled heavily and passed through the cave to enter the Holy Sword Union Holy Ground.

“Master!”

Mustan, who had been sweeping the courtyard, set down his broom and approached him.

“A letter has arrived for you!”

He handed me a white piece of paper, saying that Raon had sent another letter.

“Is that so?”

Lectar felt the oppressive aura that Derus Robert had pressed upon his shoulders dissipate like morning mist as he accepted the letter Raon had sent.

“Hmm….”

Yet as he read the letter, his complexion darkened considerably.

“M-Master? Is something wrong?”

Mustan swallowed hard, observing the tension etched across Lectar’s face.

“Raon has formed an alliance with the Five Sovereigns, it seems.”

Lectar crumpled the letter slightly, baring his teeth.

“What? But that’s good news, isn’t it? Why do you look like that….”

Mustan blinked, clearly bewildered.

“Yes, you’re right—it is joyous news. But….”

Lectar bit his lip deeply with white teeth.

“Derus Robert already knew about this.”

Recalling what Derus Robert had said before returning to the Holy Sword Association, a chill ran through my entire body.

‘Just how much does that monster know?’

The conviction that he was increasingly dangerous began to embed itself like a thorn deep within my mind.

“Ah….”

Mustan also seemed to grasp the implication, exhaling sharply.

“Then we should contact Raon at once!”

He immediately brought writing paper and a pen, ready to compose a letter.

“No, I need to go there in person and tell them. There are things I need to show them as well.”

Lectar shook his head, recalling the Hui Ju he had stored in his spatial pouch.

“Y-yes, that makes sense.”

Mustan let out a low groan, remembering Derus Robert’s white hawk that had snatched the sparrow.

‘Derus Robert…’

Lectar clenched his fists as he recalled Derus’s perpetually composed face.

‘Is he even human?’

His eloquence, his insight, his martial prowess—everything about him existed on a plane far above that of ordinary people.
Especially those serene eyes that seemed to read one’s very soul; merely meeting them took one’s breath away.

“Then shall we prepare to depart for Zigheart right away?”

Mustan licked his lips, eager to move immediately.

“No, there’s something I must do first.”

Lectar shook his head firmly. He gazed toward the distant mountain rising in the distance and exhaled deeply.

“I need to find someone who can stand against Derus Robert.”

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I stood upon the platform, surveying the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen lined up at the 5th Training Ground.

“What kind of training are we doing today that you called everyone here at dawn?”

Martha tapped her foot impatiently, as if to say we should begin if we were going to.

“Haaaa….”

Lunan Slion managed to arrive on time, but he rubbed his eyes with a yawn, clearly sleep-deprived.

“Don’t rush me. I’ll handle it myself.”

Burren Zigheart crossed his arms, telling them to wait for the master’s decision.

“You all witnessed Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu awaken during their sparring matches with me, didn’t you?”

Raon stood at the edge of the platform and nodded slightly.

“We did! I never expected even transcendents like them to suddenly enter a state of selflessness!”

Crain nodded vigorously, expressing his amazement.

“It was fascinating….”

Lunan Slion blinked, saying it was his first time witnessing such a thing.

“Why don’t I have such fortune!”

Martha bit her lip deeply, envious of Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu.

“In truth, that was no coincidence.”

Raon shook his head at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen discussing the matter.

“Not a coincidence?”
“What do you mean?”

Trevin and Martha lifted their heads simultaneously.

“The Head of House told me that my soul, having entered the path of the Heart Sword, has begun to exert a positive influence on others.”

Raon explained the content of his trait 【Soul Transformation】 to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, quoting Glen Zigheart’s words.

“In other words, not only Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu, but all of you can awaken as well.”

I nodded, explaining that by entering a state of selflessness like those two, one could rapidly elevate their martial mastery.

“Is that… truly possible?”
“How exactly does one do that?”
“I’ll do it no matter what!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen gasped at the mention of entering a state of selflessness, raising their hands roughly and raising their voices.

“I’ll do it unconditionally. Whatever it takes!”

Martha clenched her fists, declaring she would participate in anything.

“….”

Lunan nodded slightly as he observed Martha.

“Truth be told, I’m not entirely sure how to do it either. But….”

I smiled wickedly and rotated my wrist.

“Hmm….”

Dorian sensed something and trembled with fear, his eyes quivering as his mouth fell silent.

“If we just keep clashing like Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu did, won’t it work out somehow?”

I descended from the platform with a chilling smile.

“Pardon…?”
“You’ve already mastered the Heart Sword, yet you’re suggesting something so crude?”
“This isn’t even a proper duel—what exactly do you mean by ‘clashing’?”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen trembled, clearly having never considered such a thing.

“Let’s just start and see. We have plenty of time anyway. First….”

I gestured with my finger toward Crain, who was fluttering like a freshly caught fish.

“Unique Crain….”
“Let me go first. Please.”

Martha stepped forward before the pale-faced Crain and drew her sword.

“…All right.”

I watched Martha with solemn eyes and twisted my lips upward into a smile.

“It won’t take long anyway.”

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The sun that had risen to the center of the sky sank low, and a crimson sunset emerged.

The swordsmen standing in the Training Ground lay collapsed on the floor like the setting sun, retching helplessly.

“Ughhhhhh….”
“Th-this is worse than usual!”
“This wasn’t a sparring match at all—it was just beating us!”
“Th-this is one-sided violence!”
“Not a single one of us even awakened….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen crawled across the floor, crying out that it had been too much.

“Hmm….”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword in my hand and clicked my tongue softly.

‘I have no idea how to use Yeong Jeonhwa.’

From morning until evening, I had sparred with the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to awaken their latent potential, but from Martha to Dorian—not a single one of them had fallen into a state of enlightenment.

-What kind of sparring was that!

Wrath furrowed his brow in exasperation.

-You just beat me down one-sidedly! You said it was just stress relief!

He shook his head, telling me to speak properly.

‘Well, I did try my best.’

I chuckled softly and fastened the Heavenly Sword to my waist.

‘I should call it a day here.’

I had beaten the swordsmen so thoroughly that they could barely move now.

“Let’s resume tomorrow….”

I was waving my hand to tell them to rest when—

“Keep going….”

Martha pushed herself up using her sword as a crutch.

“Keep going with me.”

She raised her sword, insisting we weren’t finished yet.

“Me too….”

Lunan looked at Martha, then pushed herself to her feet.

“Not yet.”

She too raised her sword to continue sparring. Rather than viewing Martha as a rival, she seemed to want to stand beside her as a friend.

“Very well.”

I chuckled and was about to draw my sword again when—

‘Huh…?’

A faint, ethereal light began to bloom near the hearts of Martha and Lunan.

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