The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1079

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Chapter 1079

“A successor…?”

I froze mid-turn, my body going rigid.

“Are you serious?”

Glen spoke of selecting a successor—such a momentous decision—as casually as if discussing the weather, leaving me bewildered whether I’d heard correctly.

“Why would I lie about choosing a successor?”

Glen nodded as though the answer were obvious, his sincerity unquestionable.

“Why are you suddenly talking about selecting a successor?”

I swallowed hard and met Glen’s gaze directly.

“Nothing has even begun yet.”

Glen was still in his prime, so his abrupt mention of a successor left me unsettled. An inexplicable dread crept down my spine.

“Precisely because nothing has begun, I am selecting one now.”

Glen lowered his hand with measured calm.

“Once crisis strikes, there will be no leisure to appoint a successor, will there?”

A faint smile crossed his lips, as though dismissing any need for further concern.

“Everyone knows war will come in the not-distant future. Now, in this time of peace, is the ideal moment to establish a successor.”

Glen gazed upward at the darkening sky, his hands clasped behind his back as though reading the very will of heaven itself.

“I agree.”

Darkan suddenly raised his hand in support.

“In the coming war, that man might die as well. It’s best to decide beforehand.”

He clicked his tongue slowly, as if even Glen was dangerous.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Raon glared at Darkan with furrowed brows.

“There are things in this world that shouldn’t be said.”
“I don’t wish for that man to die either. I want to
kill him myself. However….”

Darkan smiled faintly and swept away his eye patch.

“From here on, it’s a battle decided by the finest margins.”

He raised his hand and carved a thin line of gold before his feet and Glen’s.

“Glen could die, Derus could survive, or the opposite could happen, or all could perish.”

Darkan emanated an eerie aura as he spoke of how the coming battle would be impossible to predict even a single step ahead.

“….”

I bit my lip as I gazed at the line Darkan had carved into the ground.

‘This is a wall I cannot cross.’

Only Glen, Darkan, Derus, and the Heavenly Demon could enter beyond that line.

“Regardless, don’t say such inauspicious things.”

I told Darkan to close his mouth and shook my head.

“No.”

Glen shook his head calmly.

“That’s correct. No one knows what will happen in the future. But….”

He nodded in acknowledgment, then turned his gaze toward me.

“I intend to live long enough to see you marry one of the other children and bear me grandchildren.”

Glen offered a faint smile, declaring he would absolutely not die until then.

“I must witness who you marry and what kind of child you bear.”

He tightened his grip, pledging to share in all those moments.

“Guarding the Jade Throne alone until then would be exhausting, so I intend to pass this position before that time comes.”

Glen was simply selecting a successor in advance, he said, shaking his head to tell me not to worry.

“I see….”

I exhaled a long breath and pressed my hand to my chest.

‘I wondered if Grandfather had foreseen something, but it seems that’s not the case.’

Given Glen’s power, it wouldn’t have been strange if he could truly see the future, which had made me anxious—but fortunately, it appeared that wasn’t what was happening.

“Hmm.”

Darkan tilted his head slightly, as if interpreting Glen’s words differently.

“Actually, there is one method.”

He looked at me and curled his lips into a long smile.

“If you grow strong enough to enter this place, the chances of your grandfather surviving would increase.”

Darkan gestured toward the golden lines he had inscribed on the floor.

“….”

I furrowed my brow, staring at the golden lines on the ground.

“I’ll cross it soon.”

I spoke my vow aloud and raised my hand toward the Heavenly Sword.

“Krahaha! I knew it—a true instrument!”

Darkan nodded vigorously, clearly pleased with my declaration.

“How will you select your successor?”

I left Darkan to his laughter and turned my gaze toward Glen.

“That is….”

Glen began to speak but closed his mouth.

“Come tomorrow and hear it. I will announce it before everyone.”

He shook his head, gesturing for me to come to the Audience Chamber tomorrow.

“…Understood.”

I nodded.

‘That is certainly the right choice.’

The mere fact that he had told me he would select a successor was already a great favor. If I heard more than that, it might have seemed biased in my favor.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

I bowed to Glen and left the Family Head’s Training Ground, where I had spent the past month.

“I’ll be leaving soon as well.”

Darkan waved at me as I departed.

“What do you make of him?”

Glen gestured with his chin toward the ground where I had been standing.

“I told you—a monster.”

Darkan’s lips thinned as he bit them.

“Even in the long history of the Continent, talent like that has never existed.”

He shook his head, saying that while he knew all the history of swordsmanship and swordsmen, he possessed nothing like Raon’s talent.

“If I were to compare, it would be to the nameless swordsman who created the Holy Sword Association’s Holy Ground.”

Darkan narrowed his eyes as if contemplating someone.

“No, there is one more. The First Patriarch who founded Zigheart.”

Glen also shook his head, acknowledging that there was one person with talent similar to Raon’s.

“In any case, if Raon continues to grow as he does now, in just a few years he will surpass both me and you. Whatever Derus or the Heavenly Demon attempt, that child will block them.”

Darkan licked his lips, eager to witness the swordsmanship the future Raon would display.

“But one thing is certain—war will break out before that time comes.”

He raised the veins on the back of his hand, as if to say this was inevitable.

“That’s why you’re also selecting a successor and steeling your resolve, isn’t it? Because you might die.”

Darkan nodded slightly, as if he had read all of Glen’s thoughts.

“You speak truly.”

Glen nodded honestly, acknowledging it.

“No one knows how or when they will fall.”

He naturally understood that he could die in battle against the Heavenly Demon and the grown Derus.

“Still, do not die.”

Darkan lowered his hands from behind his back and raised his fists.

“You must do one of two things—either fall to my blade or kill me.”

He chuckled as he struck his chest, as if he wished to die by Glen’s blade.

“If that were possible.”

Glen smiled faintly and nodded.

“Ah, mind if I ask you one thing?”

Darkan’s momentum extended outward like the blade of a heavy black sword. It seemed like a tremendously important question.

“Of course.”

Glen nodded peacefully, as if he felt a slight affection for Darkan.

“Can I also apply to be a successor?”

Darkan raised his hand slightly, as if asking if it was alright.

“Sigh….”

Glen barely restrained the urge to draw the Heavenly Sword and uttered the very word that Raon would have spat at Darkan.

“You madman!”

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Raon returned to the Annex Building and gazed at the Heavenly Sword hanging at his waist.

‘I’ve definitely grown stronger….’

How much stronger had I become?

Through training with Glen and Darkan, I had reached a realm that I could never have attained even with over a year of solitary training.

However, I had grown far too quickly, and since my opponents were Glen and Darkan, I could not accurately gauge my own level.

-You’re still so weak!

Wrath descended before my eyes, his tail swishing playfully.

-The True Demon King need only flick his fingers a few times and you’d collapse with a pathetic cry!

He waved his plump hand dismissively, as if to say I still had far to go.

‘That’s not really helpful.’

I chuckled softly and shook my head.

‘There aren’t many people who could withstand your fingers anyway.’

There were scarcely any beings in existence who could endure the fingers of a Demon Lord who claimed he could even defeat Glen.

‘But didn’t you say you’ve become much weaker? How does that work?’

I looked up at Wrath with genuine curiosity.

-That’s…

Wrath grabbed his own collar and lifted himself up.

-That’s what should come out of your mouth! Who’s responsible for me ending up like this!

He gnashed his teeth, telling me to have some conscience.

‘No, I’m just curious.’

I set Wrath down with a serious gaze.

‘Just how much weaker have you become?’

I’d only ever heard him complain about growing weaker and losing his strength, so I wanted to know exactly how much his power had diminished.

‘Could I possibly return some of the strength I took from you?’

I looked at Wrath with sincerity in my eyes.

-Hmph!

Wrath snorted arrogantly.

-A mere whelp dares concern himself with the True Demon King?

He struck his own forehead with a round fist, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

-Get your head straight! Even if the True Demon King were weakened several times over, I could still swat you like a fly!

Wrath complained every day, but when I asked him seriously, he actually refused to answer.

‘That’s right. That’s how the Demon Lord of Wrath should be.’

I chuckled and nodded in agreement.

‘Even if I trained my entire life, I could never reach your level.’

Since Wrath seemed reluctant to speak, I praised him and glossed over the matter vaguely.

-…That is not so.

Wrath shook his head firmly.

‘What?’

My eyes widened in surprise.

-You will eventually reach the True Demon King.

His blue eyes gleamed as if he could see it clearly.

‘Uh…’

My lips trembled. I was flustered that Wrath was taking me seriously.

-There is no need to be confused. The True Demon King does not lie.

Wrath nodded slightly, as if saying that would be enough if I continued as I was.

‘Are you hurt anywhere?’
-Completely fine! Except for being hungry!
‘Hmm….’

As Wrath gave his approval, my heart pounded violently as if it might burst. The joy that surged through me made me feel as though I could accomplish anything.

-But why did you suddenly ask about the True Demon King’s power? You’re not actually going to return his abilities!

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

‘When I call upon the Demon Lords later, I need you to be useful too. If you’re weakened and whimpering alone, you’ll be a liability.’

I shook my head, saying I didn’t want to see Wrath getting beaten down by the Archangels alone.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk….

Wrath ground his teeth as he glared at me.

-I thought you were worried about me, but you were only thinking about using the True Demon King? And using me myself at that? You rotten bastard!

He was genuinely furious, frost emanating from his entire body.

‘Hey!’

I pointed to the smoke rising from the chimney of the Annex Building.

‘Look at all that smoke—they’re preparing dinner right now. If I play my cards right, maybe I can influence what’s on the menu?’
-Oh? Ohhh!

The moment Wrath heard that he might be able to influence the menu, he set aside his anger and flew toward the Annex Building.

-What are you doing! Come quickly!

He gestured for me to hurry after him.

‘Why would I have asked otherwise?’

I smiled faintly as I watched the excited Wrath.

‘A power I’ll eventually have to return, so I asked.’

I had grown stronger thanks to Wrath, but I had no intention of keeping his powers forever.

Once I achieved my revenge and parted ways with Wrath, I planned to return everything to him.

-Hey! What are you doing!

Wrath turned to look at me, grinding his teeth.

-Get over here and set the table!
‘Right. I’m coming. Coming.’

I chuckled softly and dashed toward the Annex Building.

‘Such a softhearted Demon Lord.’

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The next day.

I received a summons from Glen and headed toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

As I entered the Audience Chamber, there was barely room to stand—it was filled with executives who, like me, had answered Glen’s call.

It wasn’t just the executives from within Zigheart; there were also those stationed outside, and even the heads of the Vassal Families.

Seeing that the Chief Steward who had lodged at the Castle Wall and the Tower Master and Deputy Tower Master of the inner Magic Tower were also present, it was clear that every executive of Zigheart had been gathered.

-Disgustingly crowded. So these are all executives.

Wrath furrowed his brow, remarking that it seemed like the largest gathering of people he had ever seen assembled in the Audience Chamber.

‘Indeed.’

Raon nodded and walked toward the pillar where the Jeonju stood.

“Cousin!”

Valdemar waved his hand in greeting. His abdominal wounds had completely healed, and he wore his uniform as usual—stretched so tight it looked ready to burst at the seams.

“You’re a bit late.”

Karun calmly nodded his chin. From the gleam in his eyes and his aura, it was clear he had undergone intense training over the past month.
Though incomparable to myself, I could sense his martial prowess had grown.

“You’re right on time. What do you mean late?”

Aris Zigheart gave me a thumbs up, saying I had arrived perfectly.

“I greet you, Jeonju.”

Raon bowed to Aris Zigheart, Valdemar, and Karun before taking his place in front of the Gwangpung Jeonju’s pillar.

“You have arrived.”

Burren Zigheart nodded calmly.

“Right on schedule as always….”

Lunan Slion nodded as if he had trusted this all along.

“Our Jeonju always keeps his promises.”

Martha laughed brightly as if it were obvious.

“Jeonju, why haven’t you been coming to train with us lately?”

Trevin licked his lips, eager for more intense training. The fact that he desired my training made him seem like a masochist who enjoyed pain.

The four of them stood behind him with their backs straight. It meant they knew what kind of evaluation Jeonju was receiving through them.

“For now, you can take it easy….”

Just as I was about to wave my hand to the executives of Gwangpung Hall behind me.

Boom.

The inner door of the Audience Chamber opened, and Glen, Roen, and Sheryl walked out.

“We greet the Head of House.”
“We greet the Head of House!”

Beginning with Karun’s salutation, every swordmaster in the Patriarch’s Hall bowed their heads and knelt before Glen.

“Mm.”

Unlike usual, Glen formally received the executives’ greetings, then ascended the platform and seated himself upon the Jade Throne. An overwhelming presence that dominated the entire hall radiated from his gaze.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Pressed down by Glen’s aura, the executives bent so deeply that their heads nearly touched the ground.

Yet not a single one dared to breathe audibly.

“Rise.”

At Glen’s weighty voice, the executives straightened their bodies, cold sweat beading on their skin. Reverence for their Head of House gleamed in their eyes.

“It has been long.”

Glen swept his hand along the armrest of the Jade Throne and lifted his gaze.

“Since the seat meant for my successor has stood empty.”

At his final words, the executives’ eyes shifted. All of them had grasped what Glen was about to say.

“I shall now select a successor who will one day sit upon this Jade Throne and stand at the pinnacle of Zigheart.”

Glen lifted his chin and said it was time.

“A successor? Really?”
“Hmm!”
“Then surely….”

The executives’ gazes snapped toward a single point. In their trembling eyes, I could see Raon standing calmly before them.

“There’s no need to look around. I haven’t decided on a successor yet.”

Glen shook his head firmly, as if reading the executives’ thoughts.

“It means anyone can claim this position.”

In that instant, a fierce and overwhelming aura erupted from the executives, shaking the very air of the Audience Chamber.

“Please tell us the method for selecting a successor!”

Valdemar was the first to raise his hand and pose the question.

“Right. That’s the most important part.”

Aris Zigheart nodded, licking her lips.

“….”

Karun’s eyes blazed with fire as if he were about to devour Glen whole.

“The first criterion is….”

Glen swept his gaze across the executives’ eyes, which held a mixture of emotions and thoughts, then lifted the gold, silver, and bronze medals beside the Jade Throne.

“Achievement.”

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