The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1081

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Chapter 1081

After informing the residents of the Annex Building of my intention to depart for Habun Castle, I made my way directly to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Oh!”

Roen, who had been cleaning the Patriarch’s Hall, widened his eyes upon seeing me.

“Welcome back, sir.”

He chuckled as if he hadn’t expected me to visit so soon.

“I have something to tell the Head of House.”

I stood before the Audience Chamber’s door and adjusted my appearance.

“Please, go right in.”

Roen moved to open the door, mentioning that Glen was inside the Audience Chamber.

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

I grasped the door handle directly and opened the Audience Chamber’s door. It swung open smoothly as if oiled, revealing the full expanse of the chamber bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun.

Beneath the vivid purple radiance settling clearly, Glen sat upon the Jade Throne. With his eyes closed, his presence seemed otherworldly—mysterious yet emanating an air of noble dignity.

‘What is this…?’

I swallowed dryly as I gazed upon Grandfather.

‘Grandfather seems…’

…to have vanished from this world.

Glen was undoubtedly present before me, yet he appeared hazy, as if existing elsewhere.

However, I sensed no malevolent or sinister power. Rather, an ethereal aura emanated from him, making it impossible even to speak.

-Hoh?

Wrath released a deep exclamation of admiration.

-Every time I see him, I feel it—that old man is truly an entertaining human.

He nodded, remarking that it was both wondrous and remarkable.

‘What does he mean by that…?’

I was about to ask Wrath about Glen’s condition when it happened.

“Mm…”

Glen seemed to sense my gaze and slowly lifted his eyelids. As his pupils aligned with the color of the sunset, the mysterious aura that had permeated the Audience Chamber dissipated in an instant.

“My apologies. I was lost in thought for a moment.”

Glen raised his hand to brush back his disheveled hair. He had returned to this world, and his usual solemn demeanor reasserted itself.

“…No, it’s nothing.”

I shook my head as I entered the Audience Chamber.

‘I can’t find the words.’

I wanted to ask Glen what had happened, but strangely, my mouth wouldn’t open—as if he might vanish like foam if I spoke.

“Yes. What is it?”

Glen lowered his gaze, a faint smile playing at his lips.

“I intend to leave the Family Estate for a while.”

I bowed to Glen and then stated the purpose for which I had come to the Audience Chamber.

“Leave the Family Estate?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“Did you not participate in today’s meeting?”

His expression suggested he couldn’t fathom why I would abandon the Family Estate at such a critical moment—when selecting a successor.

“No, sir. I heard everything.”

I stood before the pillar and shook my head, confirming that I had listened properly.

“There’s simply something I must do first.”

Since I didn’t know when Derus would launch his war, I needed to meet with the Demon Lords as quickly as possible and persuade them to stop the Archangel.

The position of Head of House was desirable, but before that, I wanted to defeat Derus and save Zigheart and this Continent.

“I know better than anyone how remarkable your accomplishments have been.”

Glen rested his hand on the armrest.

“Perhaps no one in Zigheart’s history has accumulated achievements as quickly as you. However….”

His gaze turned cold and sharp.

“If you grow too careless, you could be consumed as well.”
“What do you mean….”
“Considering the difficulty of earning a gold medal, it wouldn’t be strange to calculate it as five points, but I set copper medals as one point, silver medals as two points, and gold medals as three points.”

Glen tapped his fingers against the armrest of the Jade Throne like playing a piano.

“So you did that intentionally.”

I lowered my eyebrows slightly.

‘That’s why something felt off.’

Copper and silver medals were frequently awarded even during minor missions, but gold medals were given only to swordsmen who had demonstrated exceptional prowess or to the commanders who led them.

I had thought the gold medal’s point value was too low, and it seemed this was Glen’s intention all along.

“That’s right. You’ve accumulated much over time,
but it’s possible you could be overtaken during this brief period of successor selection.”

Glen nodded, explaining that he’d deliberately lowered the gold badge’s points with this in mind.

“May I ask your reasoning?”

I exhaled a turbid breath and fixed my gaze upon Glen.

“Because I wish for you all to
devour and be devoured by one another.”

Glen lowered his chin matter-of-factly.

“A blade grows sharper the more it’s struck, and steel hardens the more it’s tempered by flame.”

Through the successor competition, he hoped the swordsmen would grow. It seemed his desire extended beyond merely selecting an heir—he wanted to strengthen the entire Family Estate.

“Moreover, in the process of seeking and resolving tasks independently, they can cultivate not just martial prowess, but mental fortitude and experience as well.”

Glen closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, having considered all of this in preparing the successor selection trial.

“Ha…”

I let out a short, hollow laugh.

“Grandfather, you never do anything without deeper purpose, do you?”

I’d suspected there were hidden intentions, but I hadn’t imagined he’d thought this far ahead. I still seemed woefully inadequate compared to Glen.

“Once you ascend to this position, you’ll be capable of the same. In fact, you’ll excel at it more than anyone.”

Glen smiled gently, as if he could already envision it.

“But I cannot force you. It is your choice—accept it. Go and do what you must.”

He waved his hand, indicating he would not oppose my decision.

“Thank you. Though my path may differ, I will not disappoint you.”

Raon bowed deeply to Glen before leaving the Audience Chamber.

“Wherever you go, whatever you do….”

Glen gazed at the door through which Raon had departed, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

“I believe in you.”

With those words, he closed his eyes once more. The mysterious aura he’d felt before was no longer present.

Only the bitter winter wind tapped coldly against the window.

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The night when the moon hung high in the sky.

“Why the sudden summons in the middle of the night?”

Crain tilted his head, surveying the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen gathered before the platform.

“I have no idea….”

Dorian rubbed his sleepy eyes and smacked his lips.

“It’s about the successor trials.”

Burren stepped forward before Dorian and Crain, straightening his posture.

“Because other Military Force Divisions are already moving to find or create missions.”

He nodded, saying that Gwangpung Hall must also prepare a mission for Raon.

“I don’t really know what’s going on….”

Lunan yawned widely, clearly drowsy and confused about the situation.

“I have to do it regardless of whether I understand or not.”

Martha struck Lunan’s back forcefully, her fist clenching with determination.

“For that guy, I’ll accomplish anything.”

Her expression hardened with resolve, as though she would stake her very life for Raon.

“That’s the right sentiment.”

Mark Goeten nodded with a grave gaze, sharing Martha’s conviction.

“W-winter? What’s with this heat…ugh!”

Dorian retreated in fear, nearly stumbling backward.

“What are you doing?”

Crain steadied Dorian’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing.

“I-I don’t know either. My legs suddenly lost their strength.”

Dorian exhaled helplessly, bewildered by his own condition.

“The Master still can’t even control his own body.”

Crain was about to strike Dorian’s head in contempt when—

Boom!

Raon burst through the door and entered the Training Ground.

“Everyone’s gathered.”

He swept his gaze across the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and ascended the platform.

“I have something to tell you all.”

Raon looked down upon the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, the Heavenly Sword gripped in his hand.

“I already know!”

Crain quickly raised his hand, as if to say there was no need to explain.

“You want me to create missions or go fetch them, right? Don’t worry! As the real power behind Gwangpung Hall and the Assault Unit commander, I’ll head out right now and handle the missions….”

He made it obvious that he wanted to impress Raon, grinning widely.

“That’s not it.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“Huh?”
“It’s not that?”
“If it’s not missions, what is it?”

Not just Crain, but the other swordsmen also widened their eyes in surprise at Raon’s response.

“I’m going to Habun Castle with Yua and Julius. You all should complete as many missions as possible while I’m gone.”

Raon spoke as if it were nothing, rotating his wrists to loosen up.

“Y-you’re going to Habun Castle?”

Burren’s lips trembled.

“Damn it! Why are you leaving at such a critical moment!”

For the first time in a long while, he spoke to Raon without honorifics, shouting loudly.

“I see….”

Lunan nodded, blinking as if he understood. He seemed to be half-asleep already.

“S-seriously! That guy really isn’t going to do missions and is planning to leave!”

Dorian read Raon’s intentions and dropped his jaw. He drew a sharp breath as if he couldn’t believe it.

“There’s a reason, right?”

Martha posed her question without hesitation, as if she already trusted what I said.

“Of course.”
“Understood. Then.”

She nodded, her arms crossed, as if that settled the matter.

“You can’t just end it with ‘understood’! This isn’t some trivial matter—we’re talking about the succession!”

Burren stamped his foot sharply, demanding they come to their senses.

“Our father has already prepared to depart in search of a mission!”

He was so exasperated that he even mentioned Karun’s movements.

“Then you all do it.”

I extended my hand toward Gwangpung Hall.

“Pardon? Us, sir?”
“What do you mean…?”
“What, what are you asking us to do?”

The swordsmen blinked blankly at one another, unable to comprehend.

“Participate in the succession competition yourselves. Find missions, complete them on your own, and bring back the Zigheart seal.”

I clapped my hands as I told them to participate in the succession competition in my stead.

“Huh?”

Burren’s eyes widened violently, as if his pupils had transformed into question marks.

“Us… as successors?”

Crain’s mouth fell open as well.

“How can we compete? We’re far behind in both achievements and skill!”

Trevin shook his head, firmly refusing.

“That’s why you have to clash with each other. Even if you break, you’ll gain something in the process. This successor trial isn’t just a simple selection tournament. The Head of House intends….”

I relayed to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen what I had heard from Glen in the Audience Chamber.

“I see.”

Burren nodded, finally understanding my intention.

“With that kind of competition, you’ll definitely grow stronger. The Head of House truly is remarkable.”

Martha exhaled in amazement at Glen’s intentions.

“….”

Lunan had already drifted into sleep, his head bobbing as he snored softly.

“Of course, what you’re saying isn’t wrong either. Setting aside achievements, your actual skills are still far from sufficient. But there’s no need to worry. I’m here now, after all.”

I revealed a cold glint in my eyes and curved my lips into a smile.

“W-wait, you don’t mean….”

Crain’s jaw trembled as he finally sensed something ominous.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Before I leave, I’ll put you through some very special training.”

I chuckled, suggesting they could look forward to it just like the training before the war began.

“Ugh….”
“Y-you’re going to do that again?”
“I’d rather just die! Hurry and run me through!”

The moment the swordsmen heard the words “special training,” they crawled across the floor like trained dogs, drooling.

“Why didn’t I see this coming….”

Burren let out a deep sigh, having anticipated this to some degree.

“Yeah. I did get a lot of rest.”

Martha clenched her fists with determination, then released them.

“N-no… I don’t like it…”

Even in his sleep, Lunan’s lips quivered like a chick’s, protesting against the special training.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this!”

Trevin was delighted and immediately drew his sword.

“Ahhhhh! I had a bad feeling about this for some reason…”

Dorian clutched his head, realizing why his legs had gone weak.

“Then we’ll start with…”
“Gulp!”

Crain stepped forward with a sniffle, as if sensing his fate.

“Crain. You’re doing yours later.”

I gestured not to Crain, but to Dorian.

“Dorian, you need to come with me anyway. Let’s spar first. Or rather, let’s train.”
“W-wait, did you just say spar instead of training…?”
“You’re imagining things. Come over here.”

It wasn’t my imagination—I flicked my fingers while wearing a smile that could kill.

“As for you, Crain, I’ll save you for last. I’ll pour all my remaining strength into making you stronger.”

I gestured to Crain with a murderous intent before walking toward Dorian.

“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Gaaahhhhh!”

The screams of two swordsmen—the first and last of the training—tore through the night Training Ground.

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“Are you ready?”

I gestured toward Yua, who was adorably adjusting her backpack straps.

“Yes! All set!”

Yua patted her backpack reassuringly and nodded her head.

“Raon. Why aren’t you asking me?”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, a small bag slung diagonally across her shoulder.

“Am I invisible?”

She thrust her eager face forward, as if demanding an answer.

“A-are you ready?”

I leaned back and spoke hastily.

“Call me by my name.”
“E-Evelyn. Are you ready…?”
“Yes! All set! I just need you.”

Evelyn smiled brightly, declaring that I was her only necessary preparation.

“U-uh…”

I swallowed hard and took another step back from Evelyn.

—Kugh…

Wrath let out a strangled cry and foamed at the mouth, even though Evelyn hadn’t startled him.

‘I’m finding it harder and harder to adapt to this.’

Evelyn’s emotional distance had completely vanished, and I felt tension mounting with each passing moment.

“L-let’s go.”

Despite not yet having departed, I felt a profound exhaustion as I opened the door to the Annex Building.

“Have a safe journey.”

Sylvia, who was in the Garden, waved her hand, reminding me to look after Yua and Julius well.

“Don’t stay away too long.”

Edgar nodded, urging me to return quickly.

“Mother, Father, don’t worry. I’ll handle everything! If he tries not to come back, I’ll drag him back myself!”

Evelyn beamed, insisting she would take care of everything.

“Ah….”
“Y-yes. I’m counting on you….”

Sylvia and Edgar responded hastily, as if burdened by Evelyn’s overwhelming confidence, their eyes darting away.

“Safe travels.”

Judith bowed her head, wishing us a peaceful journey.

“Raon! Bring me back a gift!”

Sia waved her hand, saying she would be waiting for me.

“Sure. I’ll be back.”

I smiled and took Sia’s hand.

‘My sister has changed quite a bit too.’

I had originally planned to bring Sia along on this trip as well, but she had voluntarily chosen to remain at the Family Estate, saying that sword training had become enjoyable. It seemed she had completely matured beyond her adolescent phase.

“I’ll be going now.”

I bowed respectfully to my family before departing the Annex Building with Evelyn, Sia, and Julius.

“Would you… like me to carry that?”

Julius glanced sideways before reaching toward Yua’s bag.

“It’s fine. It’s light!”

Yua laughed, insisting she was alright.

“I was… just offering, that’s all….”

When his well-intentioned gesture fell flat, Julius’s eyes dimmed with disappointment.

“With us arranged like this, doesn’t it look like we’re on a couples’ trip? Two pairs?”

Evelyn clapped her hands together, delighted by the atmosphere.

“What, a couple?! Absolutely not!”

Julius shook his head vigorously, telling Yua not to look at him that way.

“Right! That’s what I thought too!”

Yua nodded, understanding what Evelyn meant.

“Don’t say such childish things… Huh? Me, really?”

Julius was about to shout at Yua to stop making strange noises, but his expression suddenly brightened at her words.

“Of course not for us!”
“Of course, that’s not us!”

Yua shook her head, saying it wasn’t that kind of atmosphere.

“Ah….”

Julius’s expression, which had brightened, darkened once more.

“Phew.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief.

‘Thank goodness. At least they’re cute.’

I’d thought the journey would be suffocating because of Evelyn, but thanks to Yua and Julius, it seemed it might actually be somewhat enjoyable.

“We have a long way to go. Let’s hurry.”

I led the three of them toward the Zigheart Main Gate.

As I approached the castle wall to request that the Chief Steward Iliun open the gate, I spotted a familiar face.

“Darkan?”

My eyes widened as I saw Darkan leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What are you doing here….”
“I was waiting for you.”
“For me? Then you could’ve just come to the Annex Building.”
“I have to leave as well.”

Darkan rotated his ankle, saying it was time for him to depart from Zigheart too.

“Before that, there’s something I need to tell you. Raon Zigheart, you….”

He placed his hand on the hilt of his black sword as he looked at me.

“Do you know about the secret of the Holy Ground?”

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