The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 109
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Chapter 109
Valkar Kingdom.
A realm blessed with enigmatic magic and unparalleled mastery in artifact craftsmanship, standing as one of the Six Emperors alongside Zigheart—a formidable power that shaped the very fabric of the Continent.
Jeina Ruin Balcar was the princess of that kingdom.
Being a princess of Valkar alone was extraordinary, but possessing exceptional magical talent and special abilities from a tender age, she commanded attention wherever she ventured and earned respect from all who encountered her.
Even with her face concealed behind a mask, everyone recognized her—a true member of royalty, rare as they were on the Continent.
She could not bear defeat, befitting her station as a princess of Valkar.
Should she lose in combat, she would tear apart scrolls worth hundreds of gold to secure victory; should she lose at gambling, she would wager tens of times the sum to achieve triumph.
Yesterday, after hearing that the mercenary who had defeated her at the gambling den was at a shop, Jeina sought him out and caught sight of the ring he possessed.
‘Golden radiance?’
Her ability, Stir, which revealed the tier of equipment, activated automatically, disclosing that the rusted ring in the man’s hand was of Unique grade.
‘Why would such an item be here?’
Such a treasure should not exist in this cesspool—it belonged to the transactions of the second basement level, yet it rested in the man’s grasp.
The ring was corroded with rust, but that was irrelevant. A Unique-grade item was something even gold bars could scarcely procure.
Jeina told the man she would buy the ring at ten times its price.
Truthfully, she thought she would just give it to him for free. After all, that ignorant fool should now know who she was.
But he flatly refused.
Even when she offered fifty times the price, his decision remained unchanged.
Though rejected, Jeina smiled inwardly.
‘He doesn’t know who I am.’
Anticipating the moment when this ignorant fool would later discover her true identity and tremble before her, she let him go for now.
The man showed little reaction to her mockery and entered the Auction House.
Having merely observed the auctions until now, he placed his first bid, apparently interested in something called the Black Butterfly.
‘So that’s what he was after.’
Jeina smiled knowingly and raised her hand, bidding against him each time he raised the price.
Before long, the price exceeded thirty gold coins, and the man’s hand rose very slowly. Forty gold coins.
‘Merely forty?’
The man who had taken the ring possessed only around thirty-five to forty gold coins—pocket change, really. I let out a scoff and called fifty.
“Ugh….”
The man groaned and folded his hand, never raising it again.
After that, Jeina won the bid on every item the man attempted to purchase, paying nearly double the amount each time.
The man’s expression—once defiant toward her—withered like flower petals starved of water. He seemed to be growing anxious, uncertain whose wrath he had incurred.
‘That expression.’
The gold was no loss. It was mere pocket change she could earn back in moments. What I truly wanted to witness was that face—the visage of a human drowning in despair and confusion.
“Huff!”
The man abandoned his purchases and stormed out of the Auction House.
Jeina’s lips curved into an exhilarated smile.
‘I can already see it.’
Once that man learned who she was, his shock would be written plainly across his face—she could envision it perfectly.
He would likely splash cold water on his face to regain his composure before returning. After that, everything would unfold exactly as predicted.
The man would kneel of his own accord and offer the ring. In this world, there existed no one who could live while earning the displeasure of Balcar.
Jeina Ruin Balcar crossed her long legs in anticipation of that sight, savoring the final moments of the Auction House proceedings.
Shortly after the auction drew to a close, the man returned.
‘As expected.’
His face glistened with moisture, exhaustion etched into every feature. He had clearly discovered her identity and been seized by shock.
“Hehe.”
Jeina Ruin Balcar positioned herself behind the man, an arrogant smile playing at her lips.
“It seems you’re in quite the predicament?”
She spoke with a mocking smile, fully convinced he would now kneel and lower his head in submission.
But his demeanor proved to be the complete opposite of her expectations.
The man waved his hand dismissively with an irritated expression, asking if she was deaf, as though swatting away a fly.
‘Is this lunatic serious?’
It was now certain—he still had no idea who she was. There was no other explanation for such brazen insolence.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
Just as I reached to remove my mask, the guard I’d stationed in the room came rushing over in a panic.
“Ah, Miss. The auction items in your room have, have disappeared.”
“What?”
“The butterfly and several auction items have vanished without a trace. How, how could this have happened…?”
The guard trembled, insisting that no one had broken in, yet the items were simply gone.
“What nonsense is this…?”
“Seems you’ve got a problem on your hands?”
As I was about to protest, the man laughed, repeating my own words back to me. A scornful smile—the very same contemptuous expression I always wore for others.
‘It’s him!’
My instinct, rarely wrong, whispered the truth. This vagrant was the thief.
“You.”
Jeina spoke with absolute certainty.
“What?”
“You stole them!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The man shrugged. Only the dull-witted one beside him trembled uncontrollably.
“You’ve touched the wrong person.”
Jeina bit her crimson lips firmly and removed her fox mask. A face that anyone in this place would recognize. Yet the man’s expression remained blank.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t know me?”
“I don’t.”
“Unbelievable!”
The genuine ignorance in his expression only infuriated me further.
“I’m Jeina. The youngest daughter of Rostas Dirua Balcar, the king of the Valkar Kingdom!”
“A princess of Valkar?”
I swallowed my pride and revealed myself. The hood covering the man’s head shook violently. Now he seemed to understand who he had touched.
“So. You’ve touched Valkar….”
“And what of it?”
The man let out a gasp of shock before bursting into hollow laughter.
“This bastard! Grab him!”
“Miss?”
“That bastard definitely stole the auction item! Search him thoroughly!”
Jeina shrieked with malice. Whether he’d actually stolen anything or not didn’t matter—she simply wanted to savor the sight of his pathetic, crumpled expression.
“Pardon me.”
Despite the courteous words, the guard’s movements were vicious. As his hand shot forward to shatter the man’s shoulder in one fluid motion, the man’s arm traced a perfect arc.
Crash!
The guard crashed to the ground with his arm bent at an unnatural angle, and the man planted his foot upon the guard’s head with a contemptuous sneer.
“Attacking without thought. Are you truly confident in yourselves?”
The man’s murky voice dripped with disdain as he trampled the guard pinned beneath him. He glanced around, but no one moved to help. Who would dare incur the displeasure of Balcar?
“No one will aid you. I’ll prove with my own hands that you’re a thief….”
“Raon? Is that you, Raon!”
A bright, melodious voice rang out from behind just as I was about to cast magic.
“Huh?”
A blonde man in an ornate ceremonial robe approached me.
“Greer?”
Jeina’s eyes widened in shock.
Griere de Owen, the Third Prince of the Owen Kingdom whom she had seen frequently since childhood, approached the ragged man with a delighted expression.
“That’s right! Your voice is exactly the same, so I knew it had to be you!”
“It has been a long time.”
The man bowed his head, clearly acquainted with Griere.
“Do you know Greer?”
“Know him? Of course!”
Griere nodded enthusiastically and pointed to the man.
“I mentioned it to you before, remember? That there’s a true genius of the sword in Zigheart. This is him. Raon Zigheart!”
“Zigh…eart?”
Upon hearing the man’s name, Jeina swallowed hard. Her pupils trembled violently.
“Z-Zigheart, you say?”
“The Overlord of the Northern Region!”
“Then… is Balcar picking a fight with Zigheart right now?”
“Wow, this….”
The onlookers who had been pretending not to watch suddenly lit up with interest. Curiosity overshadowed fear at the collision between the Six Emperors—Balcar and Zigheart.
“Tch.”
The man called Raon removed his hood. Brilliant golden hair and crimson eyes—the same hair color and gaze as Glen Zigheart, the current patriarch of Zigheart.
‘Direct bloodline!’
No one but a direct descendant could possess such eyes and hair. I had truly made a grave mistake.
“What did you say to me? That I didn’t know my place, that I was a thief. And now you’re attacking first?”
Raon’s eyes flashed crimson. A blazing aura erupted beneath his feet, beginning to consume the space around him. The killing intent was suffocating in its ferocity.
“I think I’ve been patient enough. What do you think?”
“That, that is….”
Jeina swallowed hard. Facing an unknown mercenary was entirely different from facing a direct member of Zigheart.
“Is this Balcar picking a fight with Zigheart?”
“I, I didn’t know who you were.”
“Insulting and provoking someone you don’t know—isn’t that even more insane? You have quite the peculiar temperament.”
I drew out my words with a mocking lilt, as if ridiculing myself.
‘This bastard really….’
Fury erupted from within. Even though I had provoked him first, to be mocked in return was unbearable.
“So what? You think you can even speak the name of Zigheart?”
Even for a direct bloodline, uttering the name of Zigheart was no simple matter. He would have no choice but to back down.
“I can.”
“What….”
“I said I can speak the name of Zigheart.”
The man I thought would retreat nodded with unwavering confidence.
“Right now, I can challenge you to a duel in the name of Zigheart. Can you do the same?”
“Utter nonsense!”
Jeina’s jaw trembled.
‘It’s a lie. It has to be a lie!’
Though I suspected it was mere bluster, Raon’s eyes held no wavering, and an overwhelming presence radiated from him.
‘Now that I think about it….’
I recalled Greer mentioning before that this fellow Raon possessed exceptional talent and swordsmanship—so much so that he might one day become the head of Zigheart.
‘And the fact that he moves about like this means he’s become a Sword Master.’
His youthful appearance. If he’d achieved the rank of Sword Master at such an age, it meant he possessed considerable influence and respect.
“Attempting to suppress a Sword Master of Zigheart by force and framing him as a thief—the repercussions are far greater than you realize.”
“Ugh….”
Jeina bit her lip.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Apologize. If you beg for forgiveness here and now, I’ll let it slide. If you refuse, I’ll visit Balcar myself.”
Raon’s voice grew heavy and grave. A sensation as if my lungs were being crushed. His presence was so overwhelming that I doubted he could truly be younger than Greer.
“Wait, just let me think for a moment….”
“I’ll give you five seconds. Five, four.”
He didn’t even allow me to drag out the time, beginning his countdown instead. His momentum, his gaze, his command of the situation—none of it was ordinary. There was no way someone like this would lie.
‘Damn it….’
I looked around. The Auction House staff, the customers—everyone was watching this unfold. The thought that I’d needlessly exposed myself flooded my mind.
“3, 2, 1.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
The moment Raon said “1,” I rushed out an apology. But his expression remained cold.
“Who apologizes in a casual tone?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Jeina gritted her teeth and offered an apology.
“Who bows while looking straight ahead?”
“You really are….”
“Do it.”
At Raon’s commanding tone, Jeina trembled before lowering her head.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Ugh….”
I wanted to stand up right then and blast him with magic, but I held back. I couldn’t ruin everything after coming this far.
“I’m truly sorry for causing trouble at the Auction House and Casino, and for suspecting you of being a thief. I sincerely apologize.”
There was no answer. Jeina slowly lifted her head and met Raon’s gaze. His eyes were as cold as the Northern Sea itself, and a chill ran down her spine.
“I have no desire to escalate this matter. Let’s end it here.”
“Ah….”
“If you wish to avoid bringing shame upon the kingdom, mind your words and conduct going forward.”
He made a dismissive gesture and left the Casino. Greer, who had been watching him, furrowed his brow before following Raon out.
“….”
Everyone in the Auction House fell silent at Jeina’s wordlessness, barely able to breathe as they covered their mouths.
“Manager.”
“Y-yes, ma’am!”
The Auction House manager at the bottom of the stairs rushed over like a dog with its tail on fire.
“Have the VIP floor boundary sensors been triggered at all today?”
“N-no, they haven’t.”
“Where is the control room?”
“R-right this way, please.”
The manager, bent at the waist in a deep bow, guided Jeina toward the control room.
“Bring me the mana stone sensor access logs and all security records!”
Jeina Ruin Balcar smashed the table in the control room, her voice dripping with fury.
‘It has to be there.’
Though I was forced to accept this situation, if I can only find proof that he stole it, I can turn this around. I’ll find evidence no matter what and repay him tenfold.
“Check every last detail! Don’t miss a single thing!”
Yet despite her guards and Auction House staff combing through the footage with meticulous precision, there was no trace of Raon anywhere. Only footage of him entering and exiting the restroom was recorded.
“This doesn’t make sense….”
Jeina Ruin Balcar sank to the ground, her jaw trembling. My instincts are rarely wrong. I was certain Raon was a thief, yet not a shred of evidence had surfaced.
The suspicious atmosphere, his subordinate’s reaction, the timing of his appearance right as the auction concluded—it all pointed to Raon having stolen the auctioned item.
But there was no proof.
If I accused him again without concrete evidence, the backlash would be devastating.
Grrr.
Jeina Ruin Balcar gnashed her teeth and stamped her foot.
“What the hell is that bastard!”
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