The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1074

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Chapter 1074

“Lower your blade a bit more. Make absolutely certain that where you’re aiming is the enemy’s heart.”

Darkan pressed down on Crain’s arm, teaching him the precise form of a thrust.

“Yes! Is this the right posture?”

Crain drove his blade forward sharply as Darkan instructed. The shockwave blooming from the sword’s tip sent the air rupturing with a piercing crack.

“Hmm….”

Darkan examined Crain’s thrust from every angle, then shook his head.

“Your blade has no flavor to it. You’re too caught up in looking flashy.”

Finding no joy in teaching him, he turned away.

“Wait, but I did exactly what you told me to….”

Crain’s eyes widened in disbelief at the absurdity.

“On the other hand….”

Darkan watched Dorian practicing swordplay in the corner and let out a long, appreciative hum.

“You seem rather decent.”

He rubbed his palms together as he observed Dorian’s blade, which lacked a certain boldness.

“Me? Really?”

Dorian’s eyes widened, never expecting his swordplay to receive praise.

“No way! Not him! He’s a coward who only practices the defensive techniques he always falls back on!”

Crain cried out, unable to accept Darkan’s assessment.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

Darkan chuckled and approached Dorian.

“A tool designed to pierce and kill the black-clad man, yet he flees? How intriguing.”

He gestured with his chin for Dorian to continue demonstrating his swordsmanship.

“Moreover, in actual combat, his stance leans forward rather than retreating. Ah, in that technique, rotate your ankle just fifteen degrees more.”

Darkan seemed pleased with Dorian’s swordsmanship and offered detailed instruction.

“Ugh….”

Crain bit his lip fiercely as he unleashed his full swordsmanship, yet Darkan’s gaze never turned toward him.

“I can do that too….”
“Want me to watch you then?”

I stood before Crain, whose brow was furrowed, and curled my lips into a smile.

“N-No, sir! Training should be done alone!”

Crain shook his head vigorously in absolute refusal and fled far away.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Crain’s retreating figure.

‘Did I push them too hard before the war?’

Whenever I mentioned the word training, the swordsmen would panic and flee. It seemed I had been rather excessive with their training.

‘Of course, I’ll do the same when we return.’

I harbored no regrets, believing that the hellish training back then had enabled the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to survive.

-You simply lack charisma, that is all.

Wrath snorted derisively, his breath sharp with disdain.

-The True Demon King merely had to announce a single lesson, and his subordinates would queue for three days and nights without rest!

He muttered wistfully about those times, lifting his dimmed eyes upward.

‘I see.’

Too lazy to engage further, I clapped once and drew the Heavenly Sword.

-That’s not an ‘I see’! Give me a proper response! Or rather….

-Explain what you meant earlier! What do you mean by a journey to find friends!

Tell me exactly what you meant by what you said earlier! What do you mean by a journey to find a friend!

He bared his white teeth, telling him to speak straight.

-Are you talking about those other Demon Lords? Hmph! The True Demon King has no such thing as friends! I am a sovereign who savors solitude!
“Is that friend talking about those other Demon Lords? Hmph! The True Demon King has no such thing as friends! I am a ruler who savors solitude!”

Wrath shook his head vigorously, saying he didn’t raise things like friends.

“Didn’t you say we were friends? It’s a bit disappointing to hear you say you have no friends.”

Raon let out a low groan and lowered his gaze.

“Huh? N-no, that’s not it. The True Demon King is just….”

Wrath’s lips trembled as he seemed flustered by Raon’s disappointed expression.

Ah, no way! I almost got fooled by this damn guy again!

He furrowed his brows and told her to stop talking nonsense.

It’s not going through.

Raon let out a short laugh and lifted his gaze.

‘You’re right. I am trying to find the Demon Lords.’
-As I thought!

Wrath slammed his hand down as if he’d known it all along.

‘The Demon Lords’ power will be necessary for the final war.’

The Archangels’ military strength was at minimum on par with the leaders of the Five Emperors and Three Demons. Among them, there might even be monsters rivaling Glen Zigheart, the Heavenly Demon, or Derus Robert in power.

If Derus Robert summoned all seven Archangels and waged war, defeat would be certain. I had to prepare beforehand.

‘If the Archangels appear, will the Demon Lords fight?’

I turned my gaze toward Wrath, hoping for that answer.

-Absolutely not!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-The Demon Lords are more faithful to their instincts than any other demon. You think they’d fight because Archangels descended into the Human Realm, which isn’t even their territory? How naive can you be!

He sneered, saying my wish would never come true.

‘Then I’ll have to borrow your name, won’t I?’

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

‘If the Demon Lord of Wrath tells them to fight, won’t things work out somehow?’
-I knew you’d say that, you damned bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying I hadn’t deviated from his expectations even slightly.

-This time, things won’t go as smoothly as you scheme. War with the Archangels is something even the Demon Lords must stake their lives on.

He wore an arrogant expression, insisting it wouldn’t be as easy as before.

‘Then I need to prepare as well.’

I smiled softly and raised my fingers.

-Preparation?
‘The Demon Lords are demons who follow their instincts more than anyone else, so I need to prepare to persuade them.’
-Hmm! That’s right!
‘Thanks for the answer.’
-Huh? Uh, uh….

Wrath stared at me blankly, blinking his eyes.

-This bastard is using the True Demon King again!

He let out a shriek as he realized what he had just said.

‘So only Sloth can tell me the current location?’

I left Wrath screaming behind me and recalled all the Demon Lords I had met so far.

-That would be the case. Some of them are in the Demon Realm, and others are wandering the Human Realm as they please.

Wrath flew over after hearing his own mutterings and nodded. He was truly an adorable Demon Lord.

‘Envy and Grid are in the Demon Realm, and Gluttony is probably busy running around the Pearl Ice Cream Shop on the Continent.’

I had directly witnessed Envy and Grid returning to the Demon Realm, so they were likely still there now.
Gluttony would follow on her own once she ran out of money, so there was no need to find her first.

‘Next would be Rust.’

I stroked my chin, recalling Rust’s seductive eyes.

‘Rust probably isn’t nearby either.’

Even though I had used my energy and Wrath’s power at full force at the White Blood Cult, she hadn’t appeared, which meant Rust was definitely in a different location right now.

-Phew….

Wrath let out a relieved sigh as if grateful for that much.

‘Finally, where is Pride?’

Raon mentioned Pride’s name while looking at Wrath.

-Hmm….

Wrath silently gazed upward into the void before shaking his head.

-I have no idea. That eccentric one suddenly invades the Celestial Realm from the Demon Realm, or crosses into other dimensions to seek out the strong. No one knows what he’s doing or where he is.

He shook his head, saying that while he could sense Pride’s power and presence from the Heavenly Demon, they didn’t seem to be together.

‘So it comes down to Sloth alone.’

Sloth was a gentle Demon Lord as long as you didn’t wake him from his slumber, making him seem like a good first target to approach.

-Damn it….

Wrath wrinkled his nose, muttering that only the most foolish one remained.

‘That’s….’

I was about to ask if he was the most foolish one, but held back, fearing he’d cause a commotion.

“Hey.”

As I was loosening up my body and organizing my thoughts, Darkan approached.

“Has your body recovered? Then let’s have a match.”

Darkan twisted his lips upward and placed his hand on his black sword.

“Is fighting all you ever talk about?”

I sighed while clutching my head.

“It’s only been a day—how could I be fully healed?”

Thanks to my traits and powers, my physical wounds had nearly healed, but my mind, strained from the heart demon tribulation, hadn’t yet recovered.

I needed more time before I could spar with Darkan.

“You’re weak.”

Darkan chuckled softly and lowered his hand. From the look in his eyes, it seemed he had never intended to fight seriously in the first place.

“How do you plan to handle the Heart Sword?”

Darkan touched the blindfold covering his eyes as he looked at me.

“Handle the Heart Sword? What are you talking about?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“As I said, beneath Derus Robert’s soul lies a shadow soul far greater than any other.”

Darkan bit his lip slightly, as if recalling the moment he had used the Heart Sword.

“I’m asking how you plan to cut through that.”
“That’s….”

I let out a thin groan, my expression darkening.

“Derus Robert will certainly reappear after mastering the Heart Sword. His soul will grow even larger and more resilient.”

Darkan nodded firmly, certain because he had witnessed it himself.

“My Heart Sword is already broken, and even Glen Zigheart’s Heart Sword won’t be able to sever that soul in one strike.”

He turned to face me and grasped the black sword at his waist.

“I intend to deal with Derus by any means necessary, but you should prepare yourself as well. The turn might come to you after Glen.”

Darkan nodded heavily, as if saying that the next time he fought Derus, he would have to be prepared for death.

“The paths of Heart Sword development are endless, so find a sword that suits you and cultivate it.”

With those words, he left the 5th Training Ground.

-That bastard….

Wrath narrowed his eyes, watching the Training Ground door tremble as Darkan departed.

‘That’s right.’

I gripped the Heavenly Sword tightly and nodded.

‘He wanted to teach me something.’

Darkan’s words were correct. Even if I summoned the Demon Lords, if I remained weak, I would lose Derus Robert again.

‘While searching for the Demon Lords….’

I looked down at Wrath and clicked my tongue slowly.

‘I need to grow stronger too.’
-W-why are you saying that while looking at the True Demon King?
‘….’

I remained silent, clicking my tongue as I watched Wrath’s eyes tremble.

-Say something because I’m scared!
‘Hmm.’
-You crazy bastard!

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“Father. It’s time to attend the banquet.”

Burren Zigheart stood before Karun’s office dressed in an ornate formal robe.

“Father?”

But as time passed, no response came from Karun.

“Hmm….”

Burren furrowed his brow as he opened the office door. A chill permeated the room—Karun had evidently left some time ago.

‘Where could he be?’

As Burren tilted his head in confusion and descended the stairs, the sound of blade wind echoed from the Training Ground behind the mansion.

‘Could it be…?’

Venturing into the Training Ground on a hunch, he found Karun wielding his sword bare-chested.

“Father?”

Burren’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why are you training here?”

He never imagined that Karun, who held noble etiquette in such high regard, would be sweating through cultivation before the banquet. The sight was so unlike his usual demeanor that it left Burren bewildered.

“Hmm….”

Karun lowered his sword upon sensing Burren’s presence, wiping the sweat from his brow and shoulders with a towel.

“Is it time to depart already?”
“Yes. The banquet should begin soon.”

Burren nodded with a bewildered expression.

“I see.”

Karun raised his hand apologetically before donning the formal attire draped over the chair.

“Did you perhaps grasp a clue toward awakening?”
“Yes. I grasped a clue called regret.”

He nodded calmly.

“Regret…?”
“While protecting Zigheart is important, I keep being overwhelmed by regret that I should have participated in the war against the White Blood Cult by any means necessary.”

Karun bit his lip deeply.

“I regret not only missing out on crucial experience, but also sending Denier away like that.”

He furrowed his brow, thinking that the tide of war might have shifted differently had he been there.

“That’s why I’ve decided to wield my sword even in these spare moments, so I won’t have regrets again. I need to catch up to that bastard, after all.”

Karun sheathed his blade—gleaming silver like his resolve—and declared he would look only forward from now on.

“I see.”

Burren smiled, sensing the gentle yet fierce heat blazing from Karun’s crimson eyes.

‘He’s truly changed.’

The old Karun would have envied Raon first and schemed to drag him down somehow, but now he acknowledged Raon’s strength and achievements, saying he would follow from behind. It was as if the man had been reborn.

“We’ll be late. Let’s go.”

Karun gestured for them to depart toward the Banquet Hall.

“Yes!”

Burren followed, noticing that Karun’s back was still as broad and deep as it had been when he was young.

‘Someday, I will too.’

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Golden light cascaded from the ceiling of the Main Mansion’s Banquet Hall, where elaborate chandeliers hung like embroidered tapestry, and legendary blades and armor once wielded by Zigheart Ancestors were preserved in display.

In this honorable space, normally accessible only to a select few swordsmen, gathered every warrior who had participated in and contributed to this war.

“The destruction of the White Blood Sect….”

Glen Zigheart ascended the platform in the Banquet Hall and nodded with measured composure.

“This victory was not the achievement of any single person, but rather the result of everyone here risking their lives and striving together.”

He expressed genuine admiration, nodding respectfully toward the swordsmen gathered in the Banquet Hall.

“We number five, while our enemies have dwindled to merely three. Furthermore, Eden has been reduced to half its former strength.”

Glen Zigheart placed his hand upon the Heavenly Sword, declaring that there was no need to fear the Heavenly Demon. His magnificent aura caused the golden illumination of the Banquet Hall to shimmer like crimson flames dancing in the light.

Boom!

The swordsmen struck their chests with their fists in agreement with Glen Zigheart’s words. United in purpose, their synchronized action created a thunderous roar that shook the entire Banquet Hall.

“We have prepared this banquet to honor the heroes who destroyed the White Blood Cult. Today, cast aside the weariness of war and celebrate this festival.”

Glen Zigheart praised them for their excellence and offered his applause to the swordsmen.

“Hurrah!”
“Long live Zigheart!”

The swordsmen clapped alongside Glen Zigheart and cheered, celebrating their victory.

-First priority is ice cream!

Wrath tapped my shoulder and grinned widely.

-Start with that mountain of ice cream over there!

He hadn’t even eaten a proper meal yet, but he was already urging me toward dessert, drumming his fists against my back like a drum.

“However, before that…”

Glen Zigheart raised his hand toward the laughing swordsmen.

-Why is that old geezer being so talkative today?

Wrath narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

-His only advantage is that he doesn’t talk much!

He swung his arm, gesturing for the man to keep his mouth shut.

“I shall bestow awards upon the swordmasters who participated in the war.”

At Glen Zigheart’s gesture, Roen and the butlers brought forth a platter adorned with silver medals.

“To the swordmasters who aided in war preparations and contributed to breaching the castle wall, I grant silver medals.”

As he called out their names, the swordmasters who participated in the war ascended the platform one by one.

“Thank you for your courage.”

Glen Zigheart patted each swordmaster on the shoulder as he personally presented them with their silver medals.

“Next, to the swordmasters who ventured into the depths of the White Blood Cult Headquarters and held back the White Blood Cult Master, I grant gold medals.”

After completing the silver medal presentations, Glen Zigheart immediately called forth those who would receive gold medals.

“Burren Zigheart, step forward.”
“Yes!”

Burren Zigheart met my gaze before ascending the platform with confident strides.

“Though overwhelmed by the White Blood Cult Master, the way you wielded your blade to the very end was worthy of the title Vice-Master of Gwangpung Hall.”

Glen Zigheart grasped Burren Zigheart’s shoulder firmly, his expression filled with pride.

“Thank you!”

Burren Zigheart pressed his lips together, visibly moved by Glen Zigheart’s passionate praise.

“Martha Zigheart.”
“Yes!”

Martha Zigheart exhaled deeply and ascended the platform. She forced her expression to brighten.

“It would have been understandable if you had collapsed, yet you endured until the end. I’m grateful. He would be pleased to see you as you are now.”

Glen carefully embraced Martha.

“Thank you….”

Martha’s voice trembled. She descended from the platform, her fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from her palms as she fought back her tears.

“Lunan Slion.”
“Yes….”

At Glen’s call, Lunan approached him with the leisurely pace of a sloth.

“Your Frost Blade has saved countless lives. Supporting from behind is no easier than fighting on the front lines, yet you always put people first. I am grateful for that.”

Glen gently placed his hand on Lunan’s shoulder, his expression brimming with pride in her.

“Yes….”

Lunan’s ears flushed a faint crimson—a significant display of emotion for her.

Behind the three, swordmasters from Gwangpung Hall and some from Hyeonmu Hall and Jinmu Hall ascended the platform to receive gold medals from Glen.

“Those who receive gold medals will be granted access to Zigheart’s Treasury.”

Glen nodded, signaling that this concluded the rewards for victory.

After the distribution of silver and gold medals concluded, the swordmasters’ gazes shifted from Glen to Raon, who had yet to receive anything.

“Raon Zigheart. Come forward.”

Glen called Raon forward, answering the unspoken question in their eyes.

“Yes.”

Raon bowed respectfully before ascending the platform.

“To Raon Zigheart, who discovered the White Blood Cult Headquarters and enabled us to begin this war, who slew the Ninth Apostle and breached the castle wall, and who severed the White Blood Cult Master’s soul with the Heart Sword—I bestow three gold medals.”

He spoke of achievements so extraordinary that they seemed unbelievable even to witness, his jaw set with solemn conviction.

“Ahem.”

Glen’s lips trembled like waves on the Open Sea, but the swordsmen behind him couldn’t see it because his head blocked their view.

“Thank you.”

I bowed respectfully and received the three gold badges that Roen had brought.

In truth, since I had already made Sylvia part of the Main Lineage, these badges weren’t particularly necessary anymore.

“It would be wise to keep the gold badges safe.”

Glen covered his lips with a finger, as if suggesting I’d need the badges in the future.

“And the reward to be given to Raon Zigheart is….”

He looked at me and drew a faint smile with his eyes.

“T-the Treasury access pass twice!”

Dorian licked his lips eagerly.

“No, you fool! There are three gold badges, so it’s three times!”

Crain waved his hand, telling him to think properly.

“A free pass. Or rather, give him the entire Treasury….”

Lunan Slion blinked as if suggesting Glen give the entire Zigheart’s Treasury to me.

“….”

The absurdity of the remark left the Banquet Hall silent for a moment.

“Ahem!”

Glen pretended not to hear Lunan Slion’s words and shook his head with a false cough.

“The Room of Self will be given elixirs and weapons of their choice from the Treasury. And….”

He raised his hand as if he hadn’t finished yet.

“For one month, I will personally teach the Gwangpung Jeonju martial arts.”

Glen Zigheart had always taught me in secret, thinking it might be unfair discrimination, but this time he declared he would teach directly. And for an entire month at that.

“Oh! That’s not bad at all?”
“Since we captured the White Blood Cult Master, we should give him at least that much!”
“I’m envious. Just hearing advice makes me this happy….”
“A month would really bring about tremendous change, wouldn’t it? I wish I could hear it too.”

Since it was instruction from the greatest swordsman under heaven, it was a reward incomparable to anything else, and my Achievement was equally remarkable, so no one objected.

“….”

Karun also closed his eyes calmly, as if he couldn’t refute it.

“Then here….”

It was just as Glen Zigheart nodded in satisfaction.

Whoooosh!

The brilliant illumination like sunlight faded, and a black sword darker than the night sky emerged.

Thud.

At the sharp footsteps that pierced the eardrums, the swordsmen unconsciously parted to make way.

“That training….”

Darkan. Despite his upper dantian collapsing and his heart sword shattering, the swordsman who hadn’t lost his composure stood before Glen Zigheart and curled his lips upward.

“Can I join as well?”

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