The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1099

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Chapter 1099

Gooooooo!

Crimson lightning crackled and blazed from Glen Zigheart’s shoulders, spreading a noble and dignified aura throughout the Audience Chamber.

“The, the Head of House’s lightning?”
“Why all of a sudden…?”
“It’s lightning, but it feels different from usual.”
“It’s not painful—it feels like vitality surging forth.”

The executives widened their eyes as they felt Glen Zigheart’s lightning, which had always been intensely fierce, now supporting them instead.

“The Head of House of Zigheart does not stand above the family.”

Glen Zigheart swept his gaze across the executives watching him and brushed his hands off roughly.

“The Head of House must stand at the very bottom, supporting the family. That is the position a Head of House of Zigheart must occupy.”

He nodded heavily, saying that one could only become a Head of House by bearing the weight of the family.

“However, that position can never be held alone. Only a person who can gather supporters willing to laugh even when ordered to die and leap into flames—retainers who follow only me—can become a Head of House.”

Glen Zigheart spoke of this as the most crucial element, then withdrew the lightning that had spread throughout the Audience Chamber.

-The old man really understands it well!

Wrath acknowledged Glen Zigheart’s words with a broad smile.

-He didn’t waste his years entirely! Though it took quite long.

He nodded, sensing that Glen Zigheart had finally awakened to those values, though belatedly.

“Those words are right…”
“Yes. A Head of House needs many followers.”
“But I never expected the Head of House to say such things…”

The executives shifted their eyes slightly, noting that Glen Zigheart’s beliefs about the Head of House differed from their expectations.

“I was unaware of that.”

Glen Zigheart exhaled a heavy sigh, as if acknowledging the executives’ unspoken thoughts.

“I lorded over the family, thinking only of personal power and territorial conquest. Not just enemies—countless blood was spilled within the family itself, yet I neglected it all. It would be no exaggeration to say that I destroyed with my own hands the reputation and trust my ancestors had built.”

He laid bare the shameful details of his past with a calm, measured tone.

“I nearly carried that foolishness to my grave, but thanks to a few people, I was able to belatedly realize the path I should walk.”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze turned toward me, and a subtle smile bloomed on his lips.

“After that, I realized I had been standing at the apex of the family, and I made desperate efforts to descend. It required much patience and effort, but fortunately, I now believe I stand beneath the family rather than above it.”

Glen Zigheart drew a thin smile, noting that though the difference was slight, the family had come to stand above him.

“I agree with that assessment.”

Karun nodded with a grave expression, affirming Glen Zigheart’s words.

‘That’s the truth.’

I smiled faintly as I gazed into Glen Zigheart’s serene eyes.

‘He truly has changed so much.’

When I first met Glen Zigheart, he emanated such a frigid atmosphere that I thought cold blood flowed through his veins.

Yet gradually, he had integrated with those around him, accepting Sylvia as his daughter and me as his grandson.

Of course, I had accomplished various feats through my own efforts,
but this would never have happened if Glen Zigheart had not first chosen to change.

“I say again: find supporters who follow only you and are worthy of your backing. The greater their number and the higher their renown, the better.”

Glen Zigheart explained the test of gathering supporters once more.

“A question….”
“I have a question!”

As Karun was about to raise his hand, Valdemar stepped forward first.

“You told us to gather supporters, but how do you plan to measure the results?”

Valdemar kept his hand raised as he turned to look back.

“There’s a huge difference between the Head of House Wibix supporting someone and some random old merchant Wibix supporting them!”

Despite his usual simplicity, he had identified the most crucial aspect. Or perhaps, precisely because he thought simply, he grasped the trial’s essence more quickly.

“An excellent question, Valdemar.”

Glen Zigheart nodded in rare praise for Valdemar.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Aris Zigheart approached in surprise and tapped Valdemar’s head lightly.

“What is this! I’m also of the Main Lineage of Zigheart, and the current head!!”

Valdemar pushed Aris’s hand away and snorted loudly.

“Normally, we would count each individual person as a supporter and calculate accordingly. However, since it’s difficult to account for all of them in every way….”

Glen Zigheart nodded while looking at the five successor candidates before him.

“The people you must receive support from are the leaders of organizations. Whether inside or outside Zigheart doesn’t matter.”

He nodded, stating that only the support of leaders would count.

“But leaders have different ranks and power among themselves!”
“I’m not finished speaking yet.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed, telling him to wait.

“Hup!”

Valdemar realized he had become too excited upon hearing Glen Zigheart’s praise and closed his mouth again.

“The number of people led by the heads who support you.”

Glen Zigheart raised his index finger and drew a circle.

“That number will become the supporters who make you the Head of House.”

He nodded, saying he would count the number of people under the heads supporting him and calculate accordingly.

“Ah….”

I blinked my eyes.

‘So I need to receive support from a faction with many people.’

Glen Zigheart had told me to obtain the support of heads leading a single faction, and the result would be measured by the number of people those heads commanded.

In other words, I could only pass the second test by obtaining the support of a head commanding as many people as possible.

‘Then wouldn’t I have done better?’

Many people had gathered at Habun Castle to protect the Northern Region.
If I obtained the support of the lord of Habun Castle, it would be equivalent to receiving their support, so I had already secured hundreds of supporters.

“From now on, I will begin the second successor candidate test.”

Glen Zigheart declared today’s meeting concluded and clapped his hands.

“Whose support should we obtain?”
“The Five Emperors? Wouldn’t obtaining the Five Emperors’ support be best?”
“Right. They have the most people there. Especially the kingdoms.”
“No. The Beast Alliance has the most people, doesn’t it? There, you can’t even count the tribes!”

The executives naturally brought up the Five Emperors’ name first.

“By the way, the Four Emperors excluding Zigheart are excluded from this test. It would be a waste of time to go there.”

Glen Zigheart said this was his final advice and then sat upon the Jade Throne. He closed his eyes, indicating he would reveal nothing more beyond this.

‘What a shame….’

I clicked my tongue softly.

‘If the Four Emperors had been involved, at least two of them would have supported me.’

I wasn’t sure about Owen’s King Lecross and the Magic Tower Master Larian, but the Great Mage of Glory Chamber and Wrath King Ogram would have certainly backed me. It was somewhat disappointing not to receive their support.

‘But that’s the right call.’

The Five Emperors existed as equals, so it wouldn’t look right for any of them to openly support one side or the other.

Besides, aside from Zigheart, the condition and atmosphere of the other Four Emperors weren’t favorable, so it was correct for them to stay out of this matter.

‘Hey.’

I elbowed Wrath, who was standing there scratching his chin blankly.

‘You have a lot of subordinates, right?’
-You ask the obvious!

Wrath lifted his chin proudly, as if he finally had something to boast about.

-Beneath the True Demon King stand legions of loyal Demons! Your family’s swordsmen cannot even compare!

He nodded, claiming his forces were far superior in both numbers and quality.

‘Then….’

I licked my lips and moved closer to Wrath’s side.

‘Why can’t you support me? If you just stand with me, I’d win for sure?’
-Are you insane!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

-Why would the True Demon King support a thief like you! I’d rather die than follow you!

He scoffed, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

-So that’s why you suddenly asked about my subordinates. You really are an incomprehensibly mad bastard!

Wrath ground his teeth, wondering how my mind could work in such a way.

-If the True Demon King knew I was in this state, my subordinates would come rushing over immediately….
‘I’ll buy you bead ice cream.’

I raised a finger.

-W-wait, you think the True Demon King would fall for something like that….
‘Any quantity and flavor you want.’

At my additional words, Wrath’s speech came to an abrupt halt.

-H-how many days?
‘Huh?’
-How many days will you let me have this ice cream party?
‘….’

Handling a Demon Lord was truly easy. It was so easy I felt tears welling up.

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Karun remained in the Reception Room on the first floor of the Patriarch’s Hall with Valdemar and Aris Zigheart.

“This worked out perfectly.”

Valdemar smacked his lips with satisfaction.

“I naturally thought Raon and my brother would go up, but if things go well, I might just be one of the final two!”

He laughed heartily with anticipation.

“You seem confident.”

Aris tossed the whiskey into her mouth whole as she asked.

“Of course!”

Valdemar grinned as if there was no need to ask such a thing.

“I’ve built up a tremendous network of connections since childhood! Just say the word and they’ll all support me!”

He nodded as if asking whether she didn’t already know that.

“Hey.”

Aris set down the bottle and furrowed her brow.

“But why do you keep speaking informally? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Why do you keep speaking informally to me? Do you want to die?”

She glared at him with wide eyes, urging him to speak informally again.

“A-are you going to support me…?”

Valdemar spoke with his eyes downcast, his voice rising at the end.

“Anyway, this is my chance! Father must still think Raon isn’t ready to be Head of House!”

He bit his lip, determined to seize this golden opportunity.

“Valdemar. You’re under a very serious misunderstanding.”

Karun shook his head with his arms crossed.

“What do you mean, a misunderstanding?”

Valdemar blinked his eyes as if he had no idea what was going on.

“As you say, you’ve built decent connections with many people since childhood. It’s overwhelmingly superior to what Raon or Serena could ever catch up to. However, that’s…”

Karun narrowed his eyes as he looked at Valdemar and Aris Zigheart.

“The same goes for me and my sister. Our three networks overlap considerably.”

He shook his head, explaining that since their connections were built from the equal
position of being Glen’s children, they were bound to overlap.

“On the other hand, Raon ventured outside from childhood and forged relationships with many people through his own strength. His network belongs solely to him. Even without the support of the Four Emperors, it would be a formidable number.”

Karun nodded, as if he had already finished his calculations regarding Raon.

“I don’t have quite as many as Raon, but I’ve built up a decent network of my own. There might not be room for you two.”

Aris laughed with a smirk, mentioning that she had met the leaders of quite a few factions while traveling across the sea.

“Wait, all those people follow you?”

Valdemar’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m rather attractive, you know. They came of their own accord.”

Aris smiled, resting her chin on all ten fingers.

“Not because of your terrible personality?”
“Are you insane!”

She couldn’t help herself and struck the back of Valdemar’s head.

“If you truly dreamed of becoming the Head of House, you wouldn’t have time for this nonsense.”

Karun drained his tea in one gulp and rose from the sofa.

“The one in crisis right now isn’t Raon—it’s us.”

With those words, he left the room.

“W-wait! Come on, let’s coordinate so our efforts don’t overlap!”

Valdemar rubbed the bump on his head caused by Aris and hurried after Karun.

“Sigh…”

Aris stretched languidly and yawned deeply.

“I don’t particularly care about becoming Head of House, so what should I… Oh!”

She exclaimed and snapped her fingers.

“That would work!”

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“Commander of the Gonggeom Unit.”

I called out to Serena, who had left the Patriarch’s Hall first.

“Gwangpung Jeonju.”

Serena bowed respectfully toward me.

“Congratulations on being nominated as a successor candidate.”

I smiled and gave a slight nod in return.

“You kept the promise you made to me back then. I was truly moved seeing you achieve your goals to the very end.”

I laughed, recalling the moment during her trainee days when Serena had declared she would become Head of House.

“You remembered that.”

Serena scratched her cheek as she looked at me.

“It’s embarrassing, but thank you.”

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she hadn’t expected to receive such sincere congratulations.

“If you had come under my command, we might have achieved this even faster. What a shame.”

Serena playfully tapped her chest, lamenting that she couldn’t bring her trainee self to this moment.

“That may be true, but I think the current Organization Master is far more impressive.”

It wasn’t a lie. Even with the help of the Gonggeom Unit examiners, climbing this far through her own abilities was far more remarkable.

“But this is as far as I can go.”

Serena released a heavy sigh.

“I have no confidence in passing the second trial.”

She shook her head, saying she had no connections to bring since she had only accumulated achievements.

“But…”

I shook my head as I looked into Serena’s eyes as she spoke of lacking confidence.

“You have no intention of giving up.”

Her eyes gleamed with determination to accomplish this by any means, contradicting her words.

“Of course not. If I were going to give up, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”

Serena brushed herself off lightly and nodded.

“From now on, I’ll search across the entire Continent to find my own supporters.”

She told me to do well on the test and departed. Whether her final words were sincere or not, her footsteps were quick yet heavy with resolve.

“What will you do, Gwangpung Jeonju?”

Burren approached from the side and asked.

“I need to find my own supporters too.”

I stroked my chin and furrowed my brow.

“Receiving help or having someone’s favor is different from actually gaining their support.”

I had completed countless missions and forged bonds with many people, yet I harbored no illusions that they would all support me.
I intended to receive the supporter’s mark only from those who could truly follow me.

“Even being selective, there aren’t that few, are there?”

Martha furrowed her brows deeply.

“At least our Hyunmu Division will support you. It’s not just my decision—the swordsmen of the Hyunmu Division are incredibly grateful to you for taking care of Father until the very end.”

She laughed, saying the Hyunmu Division’s choice was already made.

“The Shuper Holy Kingdom is with us too. The Sword Emperor and the Saint would jump at the mere mention of your name.”

Burren grinned as he brought up the name of the Shuper Holy Kingdom.

“Our family as well….”

Lunan yawned at length before mentioning his own clan, the Slion Family.

-Come to think of it, the Holy Sword Association would support you too….

Wrath scratched his head as he spoke of the Holy Sword Association still remaining in Sammar.

“There really are quite a few….”

I smiled brightly as I recalled the factions whose names hadn’t yet been mentioned.

“Where should I start?”

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