The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1101

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Chapter 1101

Even in the early dawn hours before sunrise, the 5th Training Ground was bustling with Gale Wind Hall swordsmen who had come out to practice.

“Don’t you think we need to expand the Training Ground again?”

Dogyae climbed onto the platform and forcibly swept back his disheveled hair. Judging by the state of his face, it seemed he had been drinking all night.

“The numbers have grown, and they’ve all become so strong that even after expanding the Training Ground, it still looks cramped.”

He clicked his tongue, saying that the 5th Training Ground was too narrow to accommodate all of Gale Wind Hall.

“That’s true.”

I surveyed the entire 5th Training Ground and nodded in agreement.

“I should consider expanding it once more, just as you mentioned, Chief Steward.”

Just as Dogyae had said, the Training Ground itself had become wider from the previous expansion, but the combat prowess of the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen had increased proportionally, making it appear insufficient once again.

‘At their current level, they need plenty of individual space.’

Most of the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen had already surpassed the Master rank.
Even the swordsmen who originally belonged to the Iron Formation Unit were each ascending to Master rank one by one, so it wasn’t impossible for all of Gale Wind Hall to reach Master rank.

‘Some of them can even aspire to Grand Master.’

Dorian, Crain, and several other swordsmen were approaching Grand Master rank alongside the executives. If they could just grasp a small clue, they would break through the wall and ascend to greater heights.

“Hey, now that there are plenty of instructors, why don’t you let me off the hook?”

Dogyae lowered his voice and approached my side.

“Because of looking after you lot, I can’t travel properly, and I can’t even drink properly….”

He drooped his shoulders as if to appear pitiful and sniffled.

“It’s true that the Sword Emperor and War King have accelerated the growth of the Gwangpung Hall swordmasters.”

I nodded as I watched the swordmasters unleashing swords of various names.

“But it was Dogyae who laid the foundation that allowed them to soar. Without you, they never would have reached this level.”

Dogyae had become the Chief Steward of the Annex Building and devoted himself entirely to teaching the swordmasters after entering the 5th Training Ground.
While Rimer had been the first teacher of the Gwangpung Hall swordmasters, it was no exaggeration to say that I and Dogyae had been their teachers ever since.

“Since you were there at the beginning, you should see it through to the end. Besides, you don’t really want to leave anyway.”

I grinned and nudged Dogyae with my elbow.

“Ahem! It’s not really like that…”

Dogyae smacked his lips awkwardly, his complexion flushing slightly as if his true feelings had been exposed.

“So here…”

I pulled out a spatial pouch from my pocket.

“I have something prepared for you, Dogyae.”

From the spatial pouch, I withdrew a liquor bottle as thick as an adult’s forearm.

“Wow!”

Dogyae gasped the moment he saw the bottle.

“That’s Sak Pung Ju that only comes out near Habun Castle!”

The moment he saw the bottle, he immediately cried out the name of the liquor.

“Why are you only giving me something this good now!”

Dogyae curled his lips as if he hadn’t expected this at all.

“I was planning to include one more gift.”

I tapped the middle of the bottle with a faint smile. Eight petals submerged in the liquor rippled gently, accompanied by tiny bubbles.

“Huh…?”

Dogyae’s eyes widened as if they might burst.

“This is an Eight-Petal Flower! A premium elixir meant to be consumed with alcohol!”

He drew a sharp breath, visibly startled.

“You recognized it right away.”

I chuckled and tapped the bottle again.

“It’s an elixir whose effects are enhanced when consumed with alcohol. I brought it not long ago specifically to give to you, Dogyae.”

I handed him the bottle, instructing him to drink it after letting it age for three months.

“So when you went into the Treasury this time, the elixir you brought back was this?”

Dogyae swallowed hard and lifted his head.

“…”

I said nothing, merely offering a subtle smile.

“To think you’d give me something so precious…”

Dogyae trembled as if overwhelmed, his hands quivering like those of a drunkard as he hesitated to accept the bottle.

“As I told you before.”

I placed the bottle firmly into Dogyae’s hands and nodded.

“The Chief Steward is the second teacher of Gale Wind Hall. This much is the least I can do.”
“Raon…”

Dogyae’s hands trembled with genuine emotion as he held the bottle.

“Just wait a moment! I’ll convince those old geezers in the Elder Council no matter what!”
“There’s no need for you to do that….”
“No! I want to do this!”

He dashed out of the 5th Training Ground like lightning, determined to persuade the Elder Council to support him.

-This con artist….

Wrath exhaled in exasperation and turned his gaze toward me.

-That elixir wasn’t brought from the Treasury this time, was it!

He furrowed his brow, noting that the eighth-grade elixir contained in the alcohol wasn’t the highest-grade elixir from the Treasury.

‘That’s true. However….’

I smiled and waved my hand.

‘As long as we both feel good about it, that’s what matters. Besides, I never said it was brought from the Treasury. I only said I brought it this time.’
-G-ghost-like fellow….

Wrath trembled with his shoulders, saying he’d become even more afraid of me.

-Even a gambler’s suspicion wouldn’t go that far. Now there’s no one left you can’t deceive!

He stepped back slightly, as if tired of me deceiving even those close to me.

‘Hmm….’

I left the frightened Wrath behind and gazed at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

‘They’re all at critical junctures. It would be awkward to take them to Sepia.’

The swordsmen had met the Sword Emperor and the War King and were spreading their new
wings, so it seemed better to let them focus on their training rather than take them away now.

“Dorian!”

I gestured to Dorian, who was taking a brief rest from his training.

“Yes!”

Dorian rushed over, wiping the sweat trickling down his forehead.

“We’re heading to Sepia tomorrow. Get ready to depart.”
“Yes? Just me?”

He hadn’t expected to go alone, his eyes widening in surprise.

“You’re all I need.”
“Understood! I’ll prepare supplies right away!”

Dorian saluted as if to say he’d handle everything, then bolted from the Training Ground.
His face flushed with joy at being trusted and relied upon.

-Isn’t he in an important period too?

Wrath’s eyes widened, questioning why I’d called Dorian.

‘If I go out and my clothes don’t have
pockets, it’ll be a hassle for me.’

I shook my chin, asking why he was questioning something so obvious.

-….

Wrath’s mouth fell open as if he’d completely lost his words.

-W-well, even Demons see humans as people first!

You crazy bastard!

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After instructing Dorian to prepare, I returned directly to the Annex Building.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

Sylvia, who had been watching Sia’s training, widened her eyes in surprise.

“I have a favor to ask of Ensia.”

I mentioned Ensia’s name and turned my gaze toward the Annex Building.

“Ah, it’s about the successor trial. Are you going to ask the Yonan Family for their support?”

Sylvia nodded, understanding the reason I was seeking Ensia.

“I understand your intention, but it won’t be easy. Even though you’ve helped Ensia, the Family itself supporting you is a different matter entirely.”

She shook her head, saying it could take a long time.

“I share that opinion.”

Edgar placed his hand on the table and smacked his lips. It seemed he was loosening up before the real conversation began.

“I know Ensia likes you, but she’s the successor of the Yonan Family. She won’t judge based on simple affection or favor alone—she’ll think it through carefully and consider many factors. And since the Family’s opinion matters more, it will take a long time, just as your mother said.”

He nodded, agreeing it wouldn’t be an easy matter.

“That’s a fair point.”

I smacked my lips briefly.

‘This could become a burden for Ensia.’

For me, this was merely one step in becoming a successor, but for Yonan, it was an important matter that could determine the Family’s future—not something to be judged lightly.

“There goes Ensia now.”

Judith pointed to Ensia emerging from the Annex Building.

“Raon, go ahead and speak with her first.”

Sylvia nodded, encouraging me to broach the subject with Ensia.

“Right. There’s no harm in asking, and it’s not like the Yonan Family would refuse to support me outright.”

Edgar turned around after deciding to give it a try.

“Ensia! Raon is calling for you!”

He called for Ensia before I’d even figured out what I wanted to say.

“Really?”

The moment Ensia heard Edgar’s words, she kicked off her shoes and sprinted barefoot across the Garden toward me.

“Huff, huff! You called for me? Your handsomeness is absolutely radiant today! Your face shines brighter than the sun itself!”

Her eyes were darkened by exhaustion, yet her smile remained fresh and vibrant.

“Why do you look so tired?”

I stared at Ensia’s darkened eyes, my mouth falling open in surprise.

“Because your exploits keep unfolding, I couldn’t stop writing!”

Ensia laughed sheepishly, explaining that she hadn’t been able to sleep at night while continuing to write the biography of Raon Zigheart.

“You should rest while you work.”
“There’s no need to rest! Writing about your exploits washes away all my fatigue!”

She shook her head, insisting that the writing process brought her too much joy, though she couldn’t hide her exhaustion.

“But why did you call for me, my radiant lord?”

Ensia stepped closer and blinked her eyes at me. Her gaze was so intense it felt as though she could pierce right through my face.

“Since you’ve been focused on writing, you might not be aware, but Zigheart is currently conducting a test to select successor candidates…”
“I know! You need the Yonan Family’s support, don’t you? I’ll contact them right away! If they refuse, I’ll sever ties with them!”

Ensia nodded as if she already knew everything, then immediately pulled out an emergency artifact and contacted the Yonan Family.

“Huh? Right now?”
“D-disownment?”

Edgar and Sylvia’s eyes widened in shock at Ensia’s immediate reaction.

Whooooosh!

As the artifact in Ensia’s hands emitted a clear, crystalline light, the face of Michelle Yonan—the head of the Yonan Family and one of the most renowned artifact craftsmen across the Continent—materialized before us.

[Ensia? What’s wrong? An emergency contact…?]

Michelle Yonan leaned forward to examine Ensia, clearly tense from the sudden urgent call.

“Mother! Send a letter supporting Lord Raon in the name of our family! Include the family seal! Right now!”

Ensia didn’t bother explaining the situation—she simply stamped her foot, demanding that Raon be supported.

“W-wait, Lady Ensia. Perhaps if you explained the circumstances first—”

I was attempting to stop Ensia when I glanced at Michelle.

[Understood.]

Michelle Yonan nodded as if that explanation was more than sufficient.

“What?”
“Huh?”
“Y-you really…?”

Raon, Edgar, and Sylvia all froze simultaneously.

“Without even hearing the details, you’ll do it just like that?”

I turned my head in bewilderment, staring at Michelle’s face shimmering with azure light.

[What details do we need? The Yonan Family has always supported Lord Raon.]

Michelle spoke as if one should never forget a debt of gratitude, nodding firmly.

[On top of that, you’re handsome enough to move both my and Ensia’s aesthetic sense.]

She smiled faintly, saying that being handsome was enough.

[I’ll send the letter and mark right away. Please wait a moment.]

She waved her hand as if to say she’d see me later, then vanished.

“There we go?”

Ensia laughed refreshingly, telling me not to worry anymore.

“Is this the power of a face?”

Edgar glanced between Raon and Ensia, letting out a hollow laugh.

“My creation turned out so perfect….”

He nodded his head, genuinely marveling at it.

“Hmm….”

Sia tilted her head, alternating her gaze between Edgar and Raon.

“How so?”

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After securing the support of the Yonan Family, I immediately headed to the Black Market.

“It’s been a while, Raon.”

Deningrose, the Zigheart Branch Chief, bowed deeply with her hands clasped together.

“Has it been that long? I feel like I saw you just a few days ago.”

I smiled calmly and bowed my head.

“You change your appearance every time there’s a Zigheart event.”

Deningrose, befitting her role as the Branch Chief of the Black Market’s Zigheart division, attended various events.
Though she altered her appearance to conceal her identity, her distinctive aura made her unmistakable.

“If you had known, you could have at least greeted me.”

Deningrose’s face flushed, realizing her disguise had been completely exposed.
She blushed as if she hadn’t expected her disguise to be completely exposed.

“I pretended not to notice because I thought you had changed it on purpose. I’ll tell you about it from now on.”

Raon smiled and nodded.

“Please do that.”

Deningrose sighed and looked down.

“You came because of the second successor trial, didn’t you?”
“You must be here because of the second successor exam, right?”

She accepted his words gently, saying that she already knew everything.

“Not yet. I personally want to support you, but that’s not a decision I can make alone.”
“Not yet. I want to support Raon, but that’s not something I can decide on my own.”

Deningrose nodded slightly, saying she needed to contact the Black Market Master.

“That sounds right. Would you mind getting in touch with me then?”

It was when Raon was asking the Black Market Master to contact him about the successor test.

“Actually, the Black Market Master’s will has already been decided on this matter.”

Deningrose smiled and held out a letter marked with the Black Market’s symbol.

“Hmm…”

Raon unfolded a pristine white letter without a speck of dust on it.

[The Master of Gale Wind Hall, more famous for his face than his sword. The Black Market’s scales weigh heavier than you might think. If you have the confidence to bear it, take it with you.]

The Black Market Master had sent a letter clearly indicating her support, leaving behind the Black Market’s mark.

“You’ve even captivated your master with that face. I suppose good looks really are essential after all?”

Deningrose gazed intently at Raon’s face with her gleaming single eye.

“…Thank you.”

Raon’s face flushed with embarrassment as he bowed his head to Deningrose.

“We’ve received considerable help from you as well, Raon.”

Deningrose laughed, expressing her desire for a mutually beneficial relationship going forward.

“It will be. For as long as it takes.”

Raon carefully placed the letter in his bosom, closing his eyes before opening them again.

“I will make it so.”
“Hehe.”

Deningrose’s cheeks flushed crimson as a gentle smile graced her lips.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

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Raon passed through the Bustling District where the Black Market lay hidden and headed toward the Slion Family Estate established on the outskirts.

“We greet the Master of Gale Wind Hall.”
“Please, come in.”

The swordsmen guarding the Main Gate recognized me and opened the door as if they had been waiting.

“You’ve arrived.”

Rokan Slion, who had been enjoying the sunlight in the Garden, narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“Have you come to win my support?”

He clicked his tongue as if he already knew everything.

“I greet you, Head of the Slion Family.”

I stood before Rokan and straightened my posture.

“I ask that you trust me and support my name.”

I bowed deeply, as if declaring that I would become the Head of House.

“I know you’ve been of great help to Lunan and our family. However…”

Rokan Slion’s eyes narrowed deeply.

“I cannot give you Lunan! Absolutely not!”

Instead of offering his support, he suddenly brought up Lunan’s name and stomped his feet vehemently.

“Not until dirt enters my eyes…!”
“Then I’ll put some in.”

Clara, Lunan’s mother and the mistress of the Slion Family, threw the dirt she had been holding in her hand at Rokan.

“Ahhhhh! My eyes!”

Rokan screamed as dirt suddenly entered his eyes and rolled across the floor.

“You shouldn’t interrupt a busy person’s time. What kind of mischief is this after preparing since yesterday!”

Clara rummaged through Rokan’s clothes and pulled out a letter marked with the Slion Family’s emblem.

“Thank you so much for always looking after our Lunan. Please take this.”

She squeezed my hand firmly and handed me a letter.

“Um, about the Head of House over there….”

I took a small step back and pointed to Rokan Slion rolling around on the ground.

“It’s fine. This happens all the time.”

Clara laughed cheerfully and waved her hand.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, and you’ve become even more handsome. I understand why our child fell for you. How do you manage your skin?”

She approached me, asking me to share my skincare secrets.

“Huh? W-well, I don’t really do anything special….”

I swallowed hard and retreated further.

“H-help me! Dear!”

Rokan Slion reached out desperately for help, but Clara didn’t even glance at him—instead, she kicked more dirt onto him with her hind legs.

“He really is incredibly handsome. I can’t take my eyes off him….”
“The title ‘Zigheart’s most handsome man’ seems insufficient.”
“Now that his youthful appearance is gone, he’s become even more handsome, hasn’t he?”

The Slion Family’s attendants also abandoned their suffering Head of House and focused entirely on admiring my face.

-Siiiiigh….

Wrath exhaled a long sigh toward the sky, as if smoking a cigarette.

-Should the True Demon King get a facelift too?

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