The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1096

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Chapter 1096

“Gwangpung Jeonju?”

I stared at Karun with wide eyes.

‘What did he just say?’

Since childhood, I had endured Karun’s jealousy and resentment, so I naturally understood that his character and disposition had changed considerably.

But this situation didn’t require him to step forward, nor did he have any reason to.

If he simply remained silent, he could secure the first position among successor candidates. I couldn’t fathom why he would advocate for me.

“Karun….”

Glen’s eyelids trembled slightly as he shifted his gaze.

“Do you truly mean what you just said?”

Since the successor trials began, Karun had moved ceaselessly day and night, accumulating more achievements than anyone else.
It would have been natural for him to object most vehemently when I received multiple gold badges at once, yet he was doing the opposite—defending me.

“I do.”

Karun nodded calmly.

“Though the Head of House did not state it explicitly, I am aware of the rules he established. Regardless of what achievements one accumulates, the plan was to award only one badge. However….”

He turned his body toward where I stood.

“This matter must be viewed differently. Gwangpung Jeonju has not merely accumulated achievements for the Family—he has accomplished a feat that can influence the entire Continent, transcending even the Five Emperors.”

Karun’s eyes reflected a serene clarity, as though he were simply stating facts.

“The Sword Emperor, the War King, and the ancient dragon of the Gold Clan—all three are invaluable resources that will become great forces in the coming war. Therefore, I believe it is only right to award Raon five gold badges.”

He nodded, acknowledging it as a rational judgment devoid of emotion.

“No matter how I look at it, that doesn’t seem like our brother.”

Valdemar raised his hand, saying he needed to verify whether this was really Karun.

“Could a doppelgänger have transformed into….”
“Shut up!”

Aris Zigheart struck the back of Valdemar’s head.

“It really is strange, though!”

Valdemar furrowed his brow while rubbing his swollen head.

“Karun spent a long time consuming his own talent and sanity through jealousy and stubbornness.”

Aris gazed at Karun with eyes that gleamed softly.

“That man must regret that time more than anyone else, so it’s not strange for him to change like this.”

She nodded calmly, saying that this was Karun’s true self.

“Father….”

Burren Zigheart also bit his lip as he looked at Karun, moved by his words.

“Huh….”

The War King let out an exclamation as he gazed at Karun.

“I heard the general circumstances from my lord on the way here. To make such a decision despite knowing it would be detrimental to yourself—the Zigheart truly has many talented individuals.”

He looked at Karun with warm eyes, his admiration genuine.

“You’re pretty cool, you know?”

The Sword Emperor gave Karun a thumbs up.

“If you need help later, just say the word. I’ll come running anytime, anywhere!”

She smiled brightly, clearly taken with Karun.

-I mentioned before that his eyes changed like his father’s…

Wrath let out a hollow laugh.

-He’s changed far more than I imagined. It feels like looking at a completely different person.

He shook his head, saying the fellow had changed too much.

‘Indeed.’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Karun.

‘I didn’t expect him to change like that either.’

There wasn’t the slightest wavering in Karun’s gaze.
It wasn’t to impress Glen, nor to score points with the Sword Emperor and War King—he genuinely believed he had accomplished something great. The transformation was so bold, so audacious, that my hands trembled.

“Ahem!”

Glen let out a long, deliberate cough as he observed Karun.

‘If Karun says that, no one can object!’

With the support of the Main Lineage swordsmen and having earned the most gold medals during the succession trials, Karun’s words would be irrefutable to anyone.

“Since Junmujeonju has acknowledged it…”

Glen snapped his fingers quickly, and Roen ascended the platform with a board embedded with five gold medals, as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

“Gwangpung Jeonju, come up to the platform!”

He rose from the Jade Throne and called out to me.

“…Yes.”

I met Karun’s serene gaze before ascending the platform where Glen stood.

“For your exceptional service in accepting the Sword Emperor, War King, and Ancient Dragon into the Zigheart family, I shall bestow five gold medals upon the Gwangpung Jeonju.”

Glen forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth that threatened to rise all the way to the ceiling, handing me five gold medals.

“Thank you.”

I raised both hands and reverently accepted the gold medals Glen offered.

Whether it was because there were five medals or because of Karun’s words, they felt considerably heavier than usual.

“Additionally, I shall grant you five additional authorizations to enter Zigheart’s Treasury.”

Glen recognized that this achievement transcended what mere gold medals could represent, so he granted me authorizations to access Zigheart’s Treasury as well.

“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply to Glen.

‘I should visit soon.’

I hadn’t yet used the Treasury access permit I’d received after slaying the White Blood Cult Master, so it would be wise to use it in the near future and retrieve the necessary items.

“….”

I carefully secured the gold medals and turned to leave.

“Woooooahhhhh!”
“Sword Emperor! Sword Emperor! Sword Emperor!”
“Gwangpung will grow even stronger!”
“We might truly become Zigheart’s mightiest military force. Or have we already?”

The executives showered me with applause and cheers for a job well done.

‘How much has changed.’

When I first stood in this position, no one cheered. When I became an executive, half applauded while the other half shot me glances filled with envy.

And
today, everyone in this place was congratulating me.

My chest swelled with warmth—I finally felt like a true member of the Zigheart family.

‘Perhaps….’

I watched Karun clapping steadily and offered a faint smile.

‘Because that man has changed.’

Now that Karun, who represented the Main Lineage, had acknowledged me, the entire family was accepting me.

‘Just as I changed Karun, he has changed me as well.’

My heart raced at the thought of finally belonging within the embrace of a true family.

“Let us conclude for today….”

Glen Zigheart was raising his hand to dismiss the gathering.

“Wait, please.”

I stepped forward before the platform again and lifted my head.

“There is still one more thing. Dorian.”

I turned and gestured to Dorian.

“Bring it out.”
“Ah, yes!”

Dorian grinned as if he had been waiting for this moment and reached into his spatial pouch.

A resonant hum filled the air.

His hands moved swiftly, and from the pouch poured forth a cascade of weapons and armor—pristine, never before used.

“W-what is this?!”
“I can’t even count them! There are too many!”
“Not only are there countless numbers, but the quality looks excellent too! It looks like it was made by a Dwarf?”

The executives stood slack-jawed as they gazed upon the weapons and armor stacked in the center of the Audience Chamber.

“Huh…”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise as well.

“There are gold ingots here too.”

Dorian stacked the gold ingots beside the armor and weapons, saying there was still more.

“These are items that Paratheos has donated for the upcoming war. Please use them for the Family.”

I bowed my head as I explained that these items were from Paratheos.

-You’re taking everything out?

Wrath’s eyes widened in astonishment.

-What’s gotten into you, greedy bastard?
‘Not everything.’

I wiggled my fingers left and right.

‘I set aside the best equipment for our kids.’

The weapons and armor I’d brought out were superior grade and above, but I’d kept the finest quality items in Dorian’s pocket for the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall.

“He gave all of that?”
“With this, we have no choice but to trust the Dragon!”
“Right! He emptied out the Lair’s entire treasure, didn’t he?”

The executives nodded, now convinced that they could trust Paratheos as well.

“Well, it’s not really a big deal…”

Paratheos, who had been ignored daily by the Sword Emperor and War King, lifted his chin arrogantly, pleased to hear praise for once.

“No….”

Glen Zigheart gazed at Raon with an expression of profound regret, unlike the others.

“You should have told me about this sooner. This is quite a significant achievement….”

His lips trembled as if lamenting that he could have received one more gold badge had he known earlier.

“Isn’t that right?”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze to Karun again, seeking his support.

“Since things have come to this, don’t you think giving one more would be reasonable?”

He shot a burning gaze at Karun, urging him to speak.

“That’s right. We’re just giving them out anyway.”
“Sigh….”

For the first time, Karun shook his head as if tired of Glen Zigheart.

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I eventually left the Patriarch’s Hall after receiving six gold badges.

“I should be taking my leave as well.”

Karun, who had remained until the very end, bowed to Glen Zigheart and was about to exit the Audience Chamber.

“Karun.”

Glen Zigheart raised his hand. By calling him by name rather than his title, it was clear he wanted to discuss something personal.

“Speak.”

Karun approached the platform again and looked at Glen Zigheart.

“Are you truly certain about this?”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’ve spent over a month gathering those gold badges through hard work, and now they’ve been caught up in a single achievement. Can you really bear that?”

He let out a heavy sigh, clearly concerned for Karun.

“I appreciate your concern. However, my heart….”

Karun raised his right hand and placed it over his left chest where his heart beat.

“It has never been more at peace. In fact, I feel quite pleased.”

He spoke of being in his finest state and smiled.

“But… why is that?”

Burren Zigheart, who had been waiting for Karun, couldn’t help but speak.

“Burren. You must see the forest, not just the tree.”

Karun gestured gently with his chin, his eyes soft.

“Raon didn’t simply accumulate achievements for Zigheart—he created an Achievement that could alter the very history of the Continent. Summoning the Sword Emperor, the War King, and the Ancient Dragon is worth that much.”

He gazed at the sunlight pouring down behind Glen Zigheart and drew a subtle smile.

“Even if the successor to Zigheart—no, even if the Head of House himself—takes the position, it means nothing if the Family cannot endure. This achievement is worth far more than six gold badges; even ten would not be excessive. There is nothing to regret.”

Karun nodded with weighty sincerity.

“Karun….”

Glen Zigheart felt the depth of Karun’s sincerity and opened his eyes wide.

“I see….”

Burren clenched his fist with pride at Karun’s reasoning.

“Besides….”

Karun waved his fingertips up and down.

“Dominating alone isn’t fun. A proper opponent makes a fight worth fighting.”

He nodded, saying he was hoping Raon would chase after him.

“Does this answer suffice?”

After answering Burren, Karun glanced up at Glen and smiled.

“Sufficient.”

Glen nodded, understanding everything.

“Then….”

Karun bowed respectfully to Glen before leaving the Audience Chamber with Burren.

“This….”

Glen gazed at the positions where Karun and Raon had stood, a deep smile crossing his face.

“Whoever becomes the Head of House, it will be both regrettable and not regrettable.”

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As I walked toward the Annex Building with the Sword Emperor, War King, and Paratheos, a familiar face appeared in the distance.

“Looks like he’s returned.”

Dogyae furrowed his brow as he looked at me.

“It took quite a while this time. What have you been up to?”

He took a swig from the bottle in his hand, saying he’d use me as drinking company and wanted to hear what I had to say.

“I’ve brought the Sword Emperor and War King seniors to Zigheart. The Ancient Dragon is with us as well….”

I gave a brief explanation of the group behind me.

“Pffftooooosh!”

Dogyae spewed the alcohol he’d been holding in his mouth like a fountain when he saw the Sword Emperor and War King behind me.

“I’m Harrian Zigheart, who goes by the epithet Dogyae!”

His indifferent, bored expression transformed into one of shock.

“Call me the Sword Emperor.”
“Pleased to meet you. I am Yuber.”

The Sword Emperor and War King introduced themselves as they received Dogyae’s greeting.

“W-welcome!”

Dogyae trembled as though he hadn’t been drinking at all, offering a deep bow to the Sword Emperor and War King.

“I’ll explain everything properly at the Training Ground.”
“Y-yes….”

Dogyae nodded, his jaw dripping with saliva and alcohol, as if telling me to handle it myself.

It was when I passed the trembling Dogyae and arrived near the Annex Building.

“Oh! You’ve returned?”

Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, waved his hand.

“You have many guests today. Who are they all?”

He drew a benevolent smile as he asked me to introduce my companions.

“I’ve brought the Sword Emperor and War King to Zigheart. And here is the Ancient Dragon as well….”

I repeated the same words I had spoken to Dogyae.

“Ah, such impressive titles you bear… eh?”

Deep creases suddenly etched themselves across Pedrick’s usually composed face.

“D-did you just say the Sword Emperor and War King…?”

His mouth fell open as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“You heard correctly.”
“Though I am but humble, I bear the title of War King.”

The Sword Emperor and War King both nodded to Pedrick.

“I-I am Pedrick, a Healer.”

Instead of his title as the Saint of Nenma, Pedrick introduced himself with the word “Healer”—a term he might have used in his childhood.

“A Healer, then? We shall see each other often.”
“We are familiar with the name Saint of Nenma. We look forward to working with you.”

The Sword Emperor and War King bowed respectfully to Pedrick.

“Ah, yes.”

Pedrick straightened his hunched back and drew a rough breath.

“I’ll visit you soon.”

I placed a hand on Pedrick’s shoulder—his spirit seemingly absent—and led them into the Garden of the Annex Building.

“My son!”
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“You’ve taken far too long!”

Edgar, Sylvia, and Sia, who had been in the Garden, rushed over simultaneously.

“I’m back.”

I bowed my head to Edgar and Sylvia.

“This is my lord’s mother? Not his older sister?”

The Sword Emperor let out an exclamation of surprise at Sylvia’s beauty.

“She certainly doesn’t seem like a mother.”

The War King also appeared startled by Sylvia’s appearance, his jaw dropping slightly.

“I’m the older sister!”

Sia frowned, insisting that she was my older sister.

“My! Who are these distinguished individuals?”

Sylvia seemed delighted to have received compliments about her appearance upon meeting them, clasping her hands together as she asked for introductions.

“The person before you, Mother, is the Sword Emperor. The man in the back is the War King. And the one at the end is Paratheos, the ancient dragon of the Gold Clan.”

This was the third time I had introduced my companions since leaving the Main Mansion.

“The Sword Emperor and War King, you say?”
“That’s a lie, isn’t it? That doesn’t make sense!”

Both Sylvia and Edgar widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Who?”

Sia tilted her head, clearly not knowing who they were.

“I am indeed the Sword Emperor. I’ve never told a lie in my life.”
“I am the War King, Yuber.”

The Sword Emperor and War King introduced themselves in casual tones, as if they had already grown accustomed to the situation.

“Cough!”
“What… what did he do to make the Sword Emperor and War King…?”

Sylvia and Edgar collapsed onto the ground, their expressions as though they couldn’t catch their breath. Both of them stared at me with eyes pleading for an explanation.

‘This is kind of…’

I chuckled as I watched Sylvia and Edgar’s shocked expressions.

‘Amusing, isn’t it?’

Seeing everyone react with such surprise upon hearing the titles of Sword Emperor and War King, I couldn’t help but smile.

‘I wonder if there’s anyone else who’d react so dramatically. Someone who responds with such intensity.’
-Enough! Tone it down!

Wrath waved his hand, telling me to stop.

-If you keep this up, there’s really no hope for you!

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“Sigh…”

The moment I returned to my room, I collapsed into a chair.

‘Finally, my mind feels at ease.’

The titles of Sword Emperor and War King had been a heavy burden on me as well, so now that I was home and could rest, my tension seemed to finally ease.

-You’ll feel better after eating and getting some proper sleep.

Wrath smacked his lips, insisting I eat and rest.

‘That sounds good, but…’

Raon removed his outer robe and grasped the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

-You… surely not…
‘I should do some training. I have time before dinner anyway.’

During the return journey, I hadn’t been able to train properly, so I wanted to loosen up my body.

-You’re already insane as it is, but when it comes to the sword, you’re absolutely mad. Even the demons in the Demon Realm who are called Sword Gods aren’t on your level!

Wrath ground his teeth, saying he was tired just from watching.

‘Now being called crazy actually sounds like praise.’

Raon chuckled softly as he rose from his chair.

Boom!

The door burst open roughly, and the Sword Emperor and War King entered, carrying Sia between them.

“The lord’s sister…”
“To the lord’s sister…”

The two men, genuinely excited, their cheeks flushed red, pushed Sia forward.

“May I take her as my disciple?”
“Would it be acceptable to pass on my martial arts to her?”

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