The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1041

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Chapter 1041

“An important guest? For me?”

I widened my eyes as I looked at Glen Zigheart.

‘Do I have a visitor coming?’

Ensia and Deningrose came to mind, along with a few others, but they weren’t important enough for Glen to mention them directly.

“If you’re curious, why not go and see for yourself?”

Glen shook his head calmly, showing no intention of explaining further.

“I was actually planning to stop by Gale Wind Hall first since I have some time….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the sun slowly descend, marking the afternoon.

“Given what you’ve said, it seems I should visit the Annex Building first.”

After spending over two weeks at sea without proper training, I had wanted to check on the 5th Training Ground first to see how the swordsmen had been spending their time, but it seemed I’d have to return to the Annex Building instead.

-This old geezer is actually being useful for once!

Wrath leaped onto Glen’s head with a bound.

-I thought we’d be starving and doing boring training! Well done, old man!

The fellow didn’t seem curious about guests or anything like that, and only appeared to be thinking about eating, so he smacked his lips loudly.

“Besides, I didn’t visit the Annex Building during my last return either, so going there early today doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

I chuckled as I watched Wrath dancing on Glen’s head.

“I can trust you anywhere now. You’ve worked hard.”

Glen gripped both my shoulders firmly, saying I had accomplished something truly significant.

“No, I still have much to learn.”

I bowed my head as I asked Glen for further instruction.

“Very well. Go on.”

Glen waved his hand gently, urging me forward.

“Yes.”

After bowing once more to Glen, I turned to Roen beside him.

“Roen, thank you for your hard work.”

I expressed my gratitude to Roen, who had always smiled and accompanied me without a single complaint.

“I did nothing. You and Evelyn are the ones who worked hard.”

Roen chuckled, saying that thanks to Evelyn and me, he’d had a comfortable journey.

“Evelyn.”

Finally, I called out to Evelyn, who was still engaged in conversation about magic.

“I’ll head on first.”
“Sure! I’ll catch up soon! Go warm up the bed for me!”

Evelyn winked at me, saying it would take a little time and that I should go to my room and wait.

“W-warm up the bed?”

Glen’s eyes widened as if questioning whether she was serious.

“She’s just talking nonsense as usual.”

I waved my hand, mentioning that I’d never even been to Evelyn’s room.

“Well, that’s… somewhat…”

Roen furrowed his brow, as if suggesting that I was maintaining too much distance.

“No, this distance is perfect right now.”

Glen lowered his palm, implying that since the future was unknowable, I should maintain the current distance.

“Sigh….”

I shook my head as I watched Glen and Roen begin their nagging, and I decided I’d had enough.

“Please take good care of Evelyn.”

Before their lectures could reach my ears, I offered another bow and quickly departed the Audience Chamber.

“Hmm….”

Glen watched the door through which I had exited, then turned his gaze toward Roen.

“What did you think?”
“They looked quite well together. It was truly like watching newlyweds.”

Roen placed a hand over his heart, saying that his heart had raced for the first time in a long while just from watching me and Evelyn.

“Of course, one of them was being a bit too forward.”

He smiled softly as he glanced at Evelyn’s profile.

“That’s not what I was asking about.”

Glen lowered his hand, indicating that wasn’t the question he had posed.

“I was asking how Raon performed during this mission.”
“Remarkably, he proved skilled in construction, maritime knowledge, and swimming alike. It seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do. Of course, what was most astonishing among all of this was….”

Roen recalled me taking the lead in every task and drew a subtle smile.

“His insight into the core of problems. Even when difficult situations arose, he showed no hesitation. No matter how talented or intelligent one might be, a lack of experience is inevitable—yet this principle simply did not apply to Raon. His judgment transcended such limitations.”

He exhaled deeply, feeling as though he had witnessed the vast capacity of my character through this mission.

“As expected, you certainly know your way around this, Roen!”

Evelyn had been pressing Larian about magic, but now she gave Roen a thumbs up.

“My Raon can do anything! He’s absolutely perfect!”

She shrugged her shoulders, saying that even now, watching me made her heart race as if it might burst.

[Hey! Focus!]
[R-right now isn’t the time for this…]

Chamber and Larian frowned within the blue spear, telling them to stop with the distractions.

“Ahem!”

Glen’s lips stretched so wide they nearly touched his ears, clearly delighted to hear praise for me from Roen and Evelyn.

“That’s right. You’ve worked hard too. Why don’t you head back and rest for today?”
“No, sir.”

Roen shook his head, indicating he had returned and would continue with his duties as butler.

“Nonsense! I said that’s enough! There’s nothing more to do today, so go on!”

Glen leaned back against the Jade Throne after telling him to go rest.

“Understood, then.”

Roen bowed respectfully and left the Audience Chamber.

“That curse removal is fundamentally opposed to summoning magic, isn’t it? I think we need to insert a different incantation between the two spells?”

Evelyn raised her finger, suggesting that a different magic needed to be inserted between the spells.

[No, it’s not about inserting it—the order is what matters. If we push the summoning magic forward, it won’t be disrupted!]

Chamber proposed a new method while gnawing on a lollipop.

[B-but then the magic’s activation would be delayed. Rather than inserting or changing the order, we need to improve the incantation itself…]

Larian also disagreed with Evelyn and Chamber’s opinions and offered a different perspective.

“Hmm….”

Glen rested his chin on his fist as he observed the Grand Mages engaged in their passionate debate.

‘So it’s Raon who has made them this serious.’

Excluding the reclusive eccentrics, there were only three mages on the Continent who had reached the transcendent realm, and they were all here. It was remarkable and astonishing that these rare talents were conducting magical discussions according to Raon’s opinions.

‘He continues to grow stronger.’

Raon was developing rapidly not only in terms of martial prowess, but also as a person and as the leader of an organization. More than that, he was beginning to show the caliber of a true Head of House.

‘I’d like to see it.’

Glen ran his hand along the armrest of the Jade Throne, a faint smile gracing his lips.

‘That boy sitting in this seat, with me looking up at him.’

If Raon were to sit upon this Jade Throne and become the Head of House, he felt he could ascend without any lingering attachments and depart from this world.

‘No, that’s not quite right….’

Glen chuckled softly as he heard the sound of sword wind echoing from afar.

‘That one hasn’t given up either, so such thoughts are premature.’

There was still one who wielded his blade with his life on the line, striving for the position of Head of House, so it was too early to entertain such notions.

‘Not a bad situation.’

In the past, he would have felt anxious regardless of who sat upon this throne, but now he felt satisfied with either of the two he had in mind.

‘I’ll simply watch.’

Glen closed his eyes with a deep smile on his face. He opened them again slowly after the sun had set.

“That’s not it! Magic has changed these days! Don’t speak if you don’t understand!”
[Your magic is five-hundred-year-old antique! It’s so outdated that we need to change the order!]
[No, wait. First, we need to fix the magical formula itself….]

The three mages continued their magical argument even as night fell.

“Ugh….”

Glen Zigheart let out a low groan, his weary eyes drooping.

‘My ears are killing me.’

Listening to the same voices from morning until night was giving me a headache along with the ear pain.

“Ahem! Let’s stop now and continue tomorrow….”

Glen Zigheart raised his hand to call an end, wincing at the pain in his ears.

“Grandfather, please step aside!”
[Old man, stay out of this! Now’s the time to crush these incompetents!]
[P-please, keep it down….]

Glen Zigheart blinked blankly, hearing someone tell him to leave his own Audience Chamber for the first time.

“Wait, this is the Zigheart Audience Chamber….”
“Please, just be quiet!”
[Ugh! Just eat some bread and shut your mouth!]
[Can’t you just go to sleep…?]

But the fierce glint in the three mages’ eyes left him with no choice but to stay silent.

“Fine, fine. Do as you wish….”

Glen Zigheart ultimately gave up arguing and simply averted his gaze.

“That’s why we need to think about the compatibility of the spells first….”
[If we just perfect the order, compatibility doesn’t matter!]
[N-neither of those is right…?]

Evelyn, Chamber, and Larian continued their argument—not a discussion, but a genuine quarrel—completely disregarding my presence.

“….”

Glen lowered his breathing, his pupils trembling slightly.

‘How much longer must I endure this…?’

Where was Sheryl?

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‘As expected….’

I entered the Garden of the Annex Building and smacked my lips thoughtfully.

‘So they’re planning to extract it using that method?’
-That method? What do you mean?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘Evelyn and the Grand Mages. I think I have a rough idea of what method they’ll employ.’

From listening to the conversation between Evelyn, Larian, and Chamber, I’d grasped which magic they intended to use.

‘But I’m skeptical whether it will actually work.’

The plan seemed so absurd that the likelihood of failure appeared considerable.

‘Of course, if it succeeds, they’ll be forced to fight us on equal footing….’
-What method is it?

Wrath lifted his gaze, his curiosity evident.

‘It’s….’

I was about to explain to Wrath the magic needed to summon the White Blood Cult Headquarters when it happened.

“Huh?”

A strikingly beautiful woman with impressive orange eyes emerged from behind the Annex Building.

“Whoa!”

She dropped the laundry she was holding and rushed toward me.

“R-Raon! You’ve become even more handsome since I last saw you!”

Ensia Yonan. The artisan of the Yonan Family and a woman obsessed with people’s faces had returned.

“How do I even describe this? Super handsome? Divinely handsome? Magically handsome?”

She gasped, insisting that words alone couldn’t capture my appearance.

“Ha ha….”

I swallowed hard as I watched Ensia’s eyes gleam with fervent intensity.

‘Another troublesome person has arrived.’

While not quite on Evelyn’s level, Ensia was certainly someone difficult for me to handle.

-So the guest looking for you was just a pretty-faced brat.

Wrath sighed, bracing himself to hear the word “handsome” yet again.

“It’s been a long time, Ensia.”
“It really has been forever! I went back to the Family estate when I was writing Volume 2 of the Raon Zigheart Chronicles!”

Ensia beat her chest with her fist, saying she’d nearly died from missing me. The sound was so loud I worried about her ribs.

“Are you still publishing that book?”
“It’s selling incredibly well! They keep doing reprints! We just finished writing Volume 4 recently.”

She clasped her hands together, declaring herself the number one contributor to the Yonan Family’s hidden revenue.

“So, about that….”

Ensia leaned in close enough that I could hear her breathing, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Could you explain the circumstances when you cut down Guisalchang and Tacheon?”

Her pupils swayed like a pendulum as she insisted on hearing the story directly for her writing.

“Uh, well….”

I stepped back as I met Ensia’s wild, gleaming gaze.

“Let’s discuss that over dinner instead.”

The door to the Annex Building opened, and an old man with a long white beard walked out.

“G-Grandfather?”

My eyes widened as I saw Lectar, who should have been at the Holy Sword Union Holy Ground.

“You’re late, Raon.”

Lectar offered a gentle smile as if welcoming me.

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“…And that’s how we were able to save the Harbor.”

I recounted everything that had happened to my family during the evening meal.

-Hmm?

Wrath paused mid-pat of his round, distended belly and furrowed his brow.

-You’re not mentioning this incident?

He tilted his head, wondering why I hadn’t mentioned finding the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

‘I instructed the Gwangpung Hall members not to tell their families, and I can’t break that order myself.’

At this dining table sat Sylvia, Edgar, Sia, Lectar, Ensia, and the attendants. While I trusted them all, if word of the White Blood Cult Headquarters leaked out, all our efforts would be wasted, so it was right to keep it secret until we began.

“I never thought Martha would grow strong enough to defeat an Apostle….”

Sylvia seemed to recall Martha’s childhood, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“The time has truly come at last.”

She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, hoping Martha would achieve her wish.

“I also heard that you saved a spirit driven mad by bloodlust instead of destroying it. Yes, if you can save them, you should. Well done.”

Edgar patted my shoulder approvingly, pleased that I had spared Haerang rather than annihilating him.

“….”

Lectar said nothing, his eyes slightly dimmed as he downed his drink.

“Sigh….”

Ensia nodded, her face flushed with rapture.

“As expected of you, Raon! There’s a reason you earned the title of most handsome!”

She too seemed moved by my decision to save Haerang, tears glistening in her eyes.

“This won’t do! I must write with this emotion right now!”

Ensia threw down her fork and knife, rushing toward her room to begin writing immediately.

“A spirited young lady indeed.”

Lectar watched Ensia’s retreating figure with an amused chuckle.

“I want to see that baby wolf!”

Sia’s eyes sparkled as she expressed her desire to see Haerang.

“You’ll be able to see her later. Let’s go together for a nice retreat.”

I assured Sia with a smile that I would definitely arrange for them to meet.

“Dad can come too, right? Let me prepare well so we can have a wonderful time….”

It was at that moment Edgar began placing meat and fish onto Sia’s plate.

“I said I’d eat it myself!”

Sia frowned at the meat and fish Edgar had offered, still seemingly in the throes of adolescence.

“I’m not going with Dad! Come separately!”

She shook her head vigorously, insisting she would never travel with Edgar.

“Oh my….”

Lectar’s eyes widened in surprise at the transformation in Sia, who had always seemed like an angel.

“I-I’m so sorry, Father. Sia’s been going through puberty lately….”

Sylvia grabbed Sia’s wrist in embarrassment.

“Come here!”

She seized Sia’s wrist and dragged her toward the room, declaring that this time she needed to be disciplined.

“Wait, Dad started it first… Ugh!”

Sia tried to protest but shrank back when she caught Sylvia’s stern gaze.

“No, don’t punish her so harshly.”

Edgar, thinking the situation had arisen because of him, followed the two of them in flustered concern.

“Everyone can rest now.”

I nodded at the maidservants standing behind the dining table, telling them to rest and take their leave.

“Yes, understood.”
“Please, enjoy your conversation.”

Helen and Judith grasped my meaning immediately, offered their courtesies, and departed the Dining Hall with the maidservants in tow.

“Has all been well with you, sir?”

I approached Lectar’s side and poured him a drink.

“Given the circumstances, I can’t say there haven’t been troubles.”

Lectar wore a wry smile as he spoke of his own busy movements.

“But it seems you haven’t shared everything that weighs on your mind either.”

He lifted his gaze, serene yet penetrating, as though he could see through my thoughts.

“How did you know, sir?”
“When you’ve lived as long as I have, certain things simply become apparent.”

Lectar chuckled softly, dismissing it as mere intuition.

“Grandfathers truly cannot be deceived, can they?”

I laughed quietly and nodded in agreement.

“The truth is….”

After a moment’s pause, I told him of discovering the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“So now Chamber, Larian, and Evelyn are crafting a spell to raise the White Blood Cult. It will take time, but we will certainly be able to bring the White Blood Cult Headquarters from the sea to the land.”

I nodded, recalling the three great mages whose eyes had burned with determination.

“Hmm….”

Lectar furrowed his brow as he gazed at the liquid swirling in his cup.

“I could pull the White Blood Cult Headquarters from the sea, but we might lose the war.”

He exhaled heavily, saying the situation was dire.

“What? What do you mean…?”
“Before you found the White Blood Cult, I attended a meeting with the Four Demons.”

Lectar continued, flicking his glass with his finger.

“Many topics were discussed, but the most important was their communication and movement system. They’ve created a network that mimics your Five Emperors’ teleportation magic, allowing the Four Demons to call for aid in critical moments.”

He shook his head, saying that the moment we attack the White Blood Cult, word will reach Derus and the Heavenly Demon.

“Since it’s made with divine power, blocking magic is useless. And they have a choice.”
“A choice…?”

I grasped immediately what choice Lectar meant.

“They could abandon supporting the White Blood Cult and strike the Five Emperors while we’re away.”

To attack the White Blood Cult Headquarters, I would need at minimum myself, King Lecross, Chamber, or the Tower Master. The Four Demons would certainly seize the moment when the transcendent beings left their posts and assault the kingdoms.

‘If Tacheon and the Heavenly Demon move simultaneously, there’s no way to stop them.’

Glen could stop the Heavenly Demon and Derus individually, but not both at once. If I attacked the White Blood Cult, a gap would open, and they would never miss that opportunity.

“You understand the situation, it seems.”

Lectar sighed briefly, as if reading my expression.

“Yes. If that’s the case, there’s no solution. We can’t stop the assault…”
“To be honest, I can’t stop Derus and the Heavenly Demon either. Neither can the Cult Leader.”

He clenched his fist with trembling hands, speaking from direct experience.

“That’s why I found someone who can stop them.”

Lectar held his knife upright like a sword and pierced the meat on the plate. His blue eyes gleamed faintly like moonlight pouring through the window.

“The Previous Holy Sword Master.”

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