The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1095

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Chapter 1095

Thirty minutes before Raon’s return to Zigheart.

“Sigh…”

Glen Zigheart exhaled a sigh so deep it seemed to shake the very earth beneath him.

‘When on earth is Raon coming back?’

More than a month and a half had passed since Raon left Zigheart.
Under normal circumstances, he would have waited for Raon’s return with ease, but the swordsmen of the family were accumulating achievements at a pace far faster than anticipated, without resolving their assigned tasks and instead waiting to process everything at once.

At this rate, it seemed Raon might be dropped from the list of successor candidates.

“Ugh…”

Glen Zigheart pressed his lips together and began tapping his left leg with growing agitation.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!

His anxious energy rippled through his leg, sending powerful vibrations throughout the Patriarch’s Hall—no, the entire Zigheart estate.

“Heh heh heh…”

Roen entered the Audience Chamber with a quiet chuckle.

“You’ve started again today, I see.”

He nodded as if he had expected nothing less.

“Though I must say, you showed more restraint than usual today.”

Sheryl sighed as she observed Glen Zigheart’s trembling leg.

“This is ominous…”

Glen muttered that something unexpected seemed about to happen, his brows furrowing deeply.

“He’s not coming back without accumulating any achievements, is he?”

He began bouncing both legs simultaneously, as if imagining a scenario where Raon wouldn’t even make it onto the successor candidate list.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Dust fell from the ceiling of the Audience Chamber, and screams from the knights echoed from outside the Patriarch’s Hall.

“If he just accumulated minor achievements like capturing a wanted criminal, I’d give him a badge….”

Glen bit his lip hard, his impatience evident as he even considered bending the rules.

“That won’t do!”

Sheryl rushed forward to the platform and waved her hand.

“You know well how hard the Junmujeonju, Jinmu Jeonju, and the other knights have worked to accumulate their achievements!”
“You know that!”

She shook her head, saying that while she also liked Raon, such favoritism was unacceptable.

“I know. I was just joking….”

Glen waved his hand, claiming it was a joke, but his complexion remained pale.

“That’s hardly a joke.”

Roen let out a hollow laugh and brushed the dust that had fallen from the ceiling away with his hand.

“Please don’t worry so much. Raon will surely bring back good news.”

He nodded, saying that he knew Raon better than anyone.

“That may be true, but time is running short. If Raon doesn’t return like this….”

Glen gazed out the window, his brows deepening with concern.

“I might not even make it into the top five successor candidates.”

He frowned as he spoke of monsters who moved only to accumulate achievements without sleeping or eating.

“Really…?”
“Sigh…”

Sheryl and Roen’s jaws dropped at the thought that Raon might not even make it into the top five successor candidates.

“I created this test to cultivate the swordsmen’s combat power and mental fortitude while selecting successor candidates, but it caught fire far more than I anticipated.”

Glen Zigheart let out a short sigh.

‘It’s certainly a good thing, but I can’t be happy about it because of that boy Raon.’

The swordsmen accumulated achievements both inside and outside the family, unwilling to miss their only chance to become the successor.

Though this was exactly what he had wanted, as the moment approached when Raon might be eliminated from the successor candidates, a chill ran down his spine.

‘Wait. The swordsmen started moving so actively in the first place because of Raon.’

Though most had given up on the position of Head of House, most of the family’s swordsmen participated in the successor candidate test because of Raon’s advice that participation was unconditionally beneficial.

When he thought about it, it was no exaggeration to say that Raon had brought this crisis upon himself.

“What are you doing! Call Raon quickly!”
“I’ll try to contact him.”

Sheryl and Roen also trembled with unease as they called out Raon’s name.

“That won’t do.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with difficulty.

“I told that boy that I trust him. What would I be if I called him now?”

He bit his lip, knowing he had no choice but to endure this hardship.

“Ugh!”
“Hehe…”

Sheryl and Roen, equally concerned about me, began tapping their feet like Glen.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“What, what is this! The tremors are worse than usual!”
“The ground is splitting! Everyone, run!”

As cracks spread across the frozen earth and buildings shook violently, the swordsmen screamed and fled.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

It was then, as Glen, Sheryl, and Roen exhaled thick, murky sighs like cigarette smoke while splitting the battlefield in half.

Creak!

The door to the Audience Chamber opened, and Chad entered.

“Head, Head of House. The Gwangpung Jeonju has returned, it seems.”

Chad bowed his head, reporting that I was currently crossing the castle gate and heading toward the Main Mansion.

“Raon? Why are you telling me this now!”

Glen’s expression crumpled.

“I, I only just learned of it myself. It seems he traveled using Evelyn’s magic, so our intelligence network didn’t catch it.”

He fidgeted with his fingers, saying he’d come immediately upon hearing the news.

“There are no problems with Raon?”
“No problems, but he’s apparently coming with three people we’ve never seen before.”

Chad furrowed his brows, noting that these individuals didn’t exist in the Bi-Yeon Society’s intelligence network.

“People we’ve never seen…”

Glen rested his hand on the armrest and smacked his lips.

“Whether they’re wanted criminals, warriors from prestigious families who’d aid in war, or reclusive eccentrics—I’ll take anyone!”

Glen Zigheart nodded firmly, his fists clenched tight.

“As long as Raon can build his accomplishments through them!”

Glen Zigheart clasped his hands together in prayer, hoping they wouldn’t be ordinary people.

“Please!”

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“G-Grandfather!”

Raon cried out Glen Zigheart’s favorite title as he watched the old man’s soul slip away.

“Gasp!”

Glen Zigheart snapped back to attention at the word “grandfather,” drawing a sharp breath as he swallowed his departing soul back down.
Light flickered back to life in his vacant eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Raon gazed at Glen Zigheart with worried eyes.

-That old codger nearly departed this world entirely!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he realized humanity’s greatest force had almost vanished absurdly.

-How can someone with such overwhelming power be so emotionally fragile!

He furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend why Glen Zigheart became so weak in front of his grandson.
She furrowed her brow, saying she didn’t understand why she became so weak in front of her grandchild.

‘Ascension, you say….’

Raon blinked blankly, his eyes widening.

‘Is he really that shocked?’

I knew Glen would be flustered, but I hadn’t expected such a violent reaction. I was so startled in turn that my heart felt like it would burst from my chest.

“W-wait, it’s fine. So….”

Glen swallowed dryly and looked toward the Sword Emperor standing to his left.

“The first one is the Sword Emperor senior, the second is the War King senior. And the third is the ancient dragon of the Gold Clan, right?”

Even as he spoke the words himself, he blinked his eyes repeatedly as if bewildered.

“That is correct.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“The Sword Emperor and the War King….”

Karun narrowed his eyes as if probing the aura of the two transcendents.

“It’s true.”

He felt the energy signature the Sword Emperor and War King were concealing, and his lips pressed firmly together.

“W-wait, the Sword Emperor and War King? Weren’t they both dead?”

Valdemar’s mouth fell open so wide his tongue nearly protruded.

“Since there were no traces of the Sword Emperor and War King in the Black Market and Bi-Yeon Society’s intelligence, I thought they had already ascended to the heavens….”

Chad breathed rapidly as if paralysis had seized him.

“I never imagined they were alive, looking so youthful.”

His eyes trembled as he realized the Sword Emperor and War King had remained in such young forms.

“Of course they’re alive! They haven’t even had children yet!”

The Sword Emperor shook his head fiercely, insisting he had no intention of dying anytime soon.

“Is that so?”

She jabbed the War King beside her with her elbow.

“That’s right….”

The War King’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment, but he answered calmly.

“You appear considerably younger than when I last saw you.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyebrows twitched in surprise at the mere fact that he was meeting with the Sword Emperor and War King.

“I’ve gained much enlightenment since then.”

The Sword Emperor smiled gratefully, thanking him for the kind words.

“The North Destruction King has far surpassed us. I congratulate you on your ascension.”

The War King bowed respectfully, having discerned Glen’s realm to some degree.

“Thank you.”

Glen Zigheart returned the greeting with equal courtesy. It was extraordinarily rare for him—the head of Zigheart and the pinnacle of the Continent—to offer such a formal bow.

“But the two of you….”

Glen Zigheart swallowed dryly and parted his trembling lips.

“You’re truly accompanying Raon?”

He exhaled deeply, unable to believe that part.

“It just happened to turn out this way.”

The Sword Emperor nodded with a gentle smile.

“Our lord is the one who fulfilled our sect’s deepest desire, so it is only natural that we follow him.”

The War King called me his liege and clasped his hands together.

“L-liege?”
“Heh…heh…heh.”
“I-is this a dream? Am I really having a daydream in broad daylight?”

Sheryl, Roen, and Chad simultaneously dropped their jaws.

“R-Raon is the liege of the Sword Emperor and War King?”

Aris Zigheart grabbed the strands of hair falling across her forehead with both hands, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Nephew! What have you done now!”

Her expression twisted into something bizarre, caught between fascination and bewilderment.

“A liege…”

Glen Zigheart repeated the word “liege” that had come from the War King’s mouth and pressed his hand to his forehead.

‘This is madness.’

It was already shocking that I had drawn the Sword Emperor and War King into the Zigheart family, but hearing them call me their liege made me question whether this was truly reality.

‘Have I been bewitched by an angel or a ghost?’

The thought even crossed my mind that this might be a scenario orchestrated by Derus Robert.

“Raon. How did you bring those two into the fold?”

Glen Zigheart couldn’t contain himself and asked me about everything that had transpired.

“I’ll explain from the beginning. In the Sword Master’s Tomb previously…”

I recounted everything that had happened in the Sword Master’s Tomb and all the events I had experienced on Sturrin Mountains.
Of course, since there were many people listening, I twisted the parts concerning Sloth slightly.

“Coincidence. No, this must be the guidance of fate.”

Glen finally understood the situation and let out an exclamation of realization. All doubt had vanished from his expression as he nodded firmly.

“In the name of Glen Zigheart, I accept the Sword Emperor and War King. You are most welcome.”

Glen lowered his chin, expressing his gratitude to Raon and the others.

“We’re grateful for your kindness as well!”

The Sword Emperor winked at Glen with his left eye.

“We are grateful for the Northern Destruction King’s consideration.”

The War King extended both hands forward, clasped together in a formal gesture of respect.

“However….”

Glen’s gaze shifted to the Gold Dragon Paratheos standing beside the War King.

“The dragon….”

His eyes narrowed with concern as he regarded Paratheos.

“I understand the Head of House’s concern. However, that creature is a dragon you can trust.”

The War King walked over to Paratheos’s side and nodded.

“He’s an eccentric who cut ties with other dragons long ago. He even ignores the Dragon Lord’s commands.”

The Sword Emperor patted Paratheos on the back with a hearty laugh.

“If Paratheos were to betray us, I would offer my own head in recompense.”

The War King bowed his head, declaring that they could trust Paratheos with their very lives.

“And I stake this sword on it.”

The Sword Emperor tapped his blade, a weapon more precious to him than life itself, affirming his conviction.

“You two….”

Paratheos seemed moved by the Sword Emperor and War King’s support, his eyes glistening with emotion.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the emotions binding these three together—something that transcended mere friendship.

‘What kind of relationship do they share?’

Normally they seemed eager to tear each other apart, yet when it truly mattered, they staked their lives on their trust. It was a bond that couldn’t be explained by the word “friend” alone.

“You can trust him. He won’t leak information or betray you.”

I offered my support to Paratheos with a faint smile.

“L-let’s all get along from now on, shall we?”

Paratheos slurred his words like a man who’d had too much to drink, his eyes darting nervously. Glen still seemed to unsettle him.

“Very well. Paratheos of the Gold Clan. You are welcome here.”

Glen nodded, signaling his willingness to trust the Sword Emperor, War King, and my words.

“Sword Emperor! I look forward to working with you!”

Sheryl shot a gaze at the Sword Emperor so intense it could have burned—her eyes blazing with fervent admiration.
As a female swordmaster who had made her name before her, she naturally drew considerable attention.

“Haaaaaah….”

Mark Goeten gasped for breath as if dying, overwhelmed by the presence of the greatest master of the sword before his eyes.

“N-now we can revise the plan! A gift just rolled in on its own—no, a sausage bun fell right into our lap!”

Chad’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light, delighted that the number of transcendents had increased.

“H-how many gold medals will we need to receive for this?”

Burren Zigheart turned his eyes toward me and swallowed hard.

“The Sword Emperor, the War King, and the Gold Dragon. Even at the bare minimum, shouldn’t I receive at least five gold badges?”

Martha smacked her lips, suggesting that five was honestly insufficient.

“I agree on five as well, but the Head of House has only given one at a time until now.”

Trevin furrowed his brow, indicating that handing over five at once didn’t seem feasible.

“No! At minimum, five badges is the right amount!”

Valdemar raised his right hand, insisting that five gold badges was indeed appropriate.

“For once you’re talking sense. But it’s still not enough. It shouldn’t just be gold badges—other rewards are necessary too!”

Aris shot Glen a piercing gaze, pressing him relentlessly.

“….”

Karun remained silent, merely observing the Sword Emperor, the War King, and Raon in turn.
His gaze burned with intensity rather than emptiness.

“Raon.”

Glen gestured lightly toward Raon.

“Is there anything else besides this?”

He clutched his head, asking him to speak now if there was.

“…There isn’t.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

-Nothing? You received support from Sloth and backing from the dwarf of Habun Castle!

Wrath struck my head, crying out as if I’d already forgotten.

‘That’s not something to mention right now,’

The preconceptions about the existence of Demon Lords were far too entrenched for me to reveal Sloth’s words at this moment.
The support of Milend, the Lord of Habun Castle, was also not a favorable choice to reveal at this stage.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart observed my calm eyes and let out a short sigh.

‘How many gold badges should I give him?’

He had intended to hand out gold badges even for minor accomplishments, but I had returned with achievements that far exceeded his imagination, leaving him uncertain about how to reward me. It was both a pleasant and headache-inducing situation.

‘Five gold badges….’

He wanted to hand over all the gold badges he possessed, but he couldn’t do that.

‘Until now, I’ve only given one at a time.’

He had established a principle that only one gold badge would be awarded during the successor trials, no matter what.

Even those who had built outstanding achievements and deserved two or more badges at once received only a single one, so he felt reluctant to increase the number.

‘Especially….’

Glen Zigheart glanced down at Karun.

‘Karun’s mission a few days ago would have warranted three badges without question.’

Recently, Karun had succeeded in hunting an ancient dragon, rescued countless people who had been abducted by it, and recovered a massive amount of artifacts and gold ingots.
It would have been well-deserved to give him three gold badges, but following the rules he had set, he had given only one, so he couldn’t award me many gold badges.

“Ahem….”

Glen Zigheart let out a low cough and bit his lip.

‘There’s no helping it.’

He would give one as previously decided and compensate me in another way.

Just as he was about to raise his hand with a sigh of regret—

“One gold medal to Gwangpung Jeonju….”
“Five.”

Karun cut off Glen’s words and stepped forward in front of the platform.

“At this moment, when the defection of two transcendents from the Five Emperors is nearly certain, the achievement of drawing in the Sword Emperor, War King, and Gold Dragon—which is no less significant—cannot be measured by mere value.”

He raised his right hand wide open toward Glen.

“Please bestow five gold medals upon Gwangpung Jeonju.”

Karun spoke as though that was the only right answer, bowing his head calmly.

“That man….”
-Those eyes belong to his father….

Valdemar and Wrath blinked blankly as they watched Karun.

“What, did he eat something bad?”
-What, did he eat something bad?

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