The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1102

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Chapter 1102

“I’m honored that the Master of Gwangpung Hall would visit such a humble place!”

Chad, the leader of the Bi-Yeon Society, bowed deeply to Raon. His posture was nearly as respectful as if he were addressing Glen Zigheart himself.

“Why are you doing this?”

Raon lifted Chad up, whose waist was bent so low his head nearly touched the ground.

“Because I need to express myself clearly, or you won’t understand!”

Chad refused to raise his head, determined to convey his message unmistakably rather than leave it ambiguous.

“I understand perfectly now. Please stop!”

Raon sighed and shook his head.

“Ahem…”

Only after hearing Raon’s acknowledgment did Chad rise and take a seat. Now that I looked at him, he seemed somewhat sulky.

“I apologize. Everyone else already knew, but I was terribly insensitive.”

Raon bowed his head again, offering another apology.

“Oh, I was just joking!”

Chad said he’d merely been teasing and poured tea for Raon. But seeing his hand tremble as he held the teapot, it seemed it was no joke at all.

“Thank you.”

Raon closed his eyes as he sipped the tea Chad had poured.

‘This will be the last one.’

Since I had only one day of leeway before heading to Sepia, the places where I could gather supporters were limited.

I had already met Ensia, Deningrose, and Rokan Slion—those who could quickly lend their support—and now I had come to the Bi-Yeon Society as my final destination.
Judging by Chad’s expression, it seemed highly likely he would offer his backing without much hesitation.

“The reason I’ve come here is….”

I parted my lips, which had turned rosy from the warmth of the black tea.

“To receive your support, Chad. Would you be willing to back me as the successor to Zigheart?”

I made my request while meeting his gaze directly.

“In truth, the Bi-Yeon Society belongs to no faction. We answer directly to the Patriarch’s Hall and pledge our loyalty solely to the Head of House.”

Chad tapped his fingers against the table as he recited what he had heard from the previous leader of the Bi-Yeon Society.

“Therefore, the Bi-Yeon Society does not participate in the succession trials like the Elder Council does.”
“The Bi-Yeon Society does not participate in the successor trials like the Elder Council does.”

He nodded, emphasizing that the Bi-Yeon Society had always maintained neutrality.

“I see….”

I nodded, observing the quiet resolve in Chad’s eyes.

“You’re right. I apologize for my presumption.”

Since I believed his words were justified, I offered my apology immediately.

“But!”

Chad struck the table with his palm, raising his voice.

“I’ve already soiled my hands! As I mentioned before, despite being part of the Bi-Yeon Society—which should remain neutral—I’ve followed you as though you were the successor! My conscience was torn to shreds long ago, so what’s the harm in dragging it through the mud once more?”
“What would be a waste to soak in mud!”

He declared that he was already prepared and pulled out the symbol of the Bi-Yeon Society from beneath the table.

“Take it!”

Chad waved his hand vigorously, insisting that I announce the Bi-Yeon Society’s support for me immediately.

“Hmm….”

I gazed at the Bi-Yeon Society’s emblem, which bore the image of a swallow, and swallowed hard.

‘Other emblems felt heavy when I received them, but this one feels particularly weighty.’

The Bi-Yeon Society was a direct organization under the Head of House—a faction that handled the most critical intelligence. Their support carried far greater weight than any other endorsement.

‘Grandfather must be bearing a burden far heavier than this.’

Now I understood why Glen had made gathering supporters the second trial for succession. He wanted me to experience firsthand the immense pressure that a Head of House must shoulder.

‘I truly cannot keep pace with him.’

The gap between Glen and me was vast—not just in martial prowess, but in the ability to handle people and make sound judgments. I had much more to learn ahead.

“Thank you. I will treasure this dearly.”

I expressed my gratitude and clutched the Bi-Yeon Society’s emblem that Chad had given me tightly in my hand.

“Of course, since you are not yet the official Head of House, we must continue providing information to the other candidates as well.”

Chad shook his head, acknowledging that this was unavoidable on his part.

“I never intended to stop that. Feel free to share as much as you need to.”

I shook my head, indicating that it was fine.

—Hey.

Wrath descended onto my shoulder.

—Ask that bastard one thing.
‘What?’
—When you took care of me back then,
,
did it affect your face too?

He smacked his lips, curious about that very thing.

‘That doesn’t make sense. Why would Chad care about my face?’

I shook my head, telling Wrath to stop spouting nonsense.

-Just ask him!

Wrath clasped both hands together, pleading.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and looked toward Chad.

“Chad, please don’t think this is strange, but….”
“Yes?”
“When you passed information to me, thinking of me as your successor, did my appearance have any influence on that decision?”

Even as I spoke, embarrassment flushed my face with heat.

“What? Of course!”

Chad nodded without hesitation, as if the answer were obvious.

“Men prefer handsome men too. It’s not rational—it’s just that looking at them is fascinating, and it pleases the eye. Of course, what’s more important than that is….”

He raised a finger, pointing toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“You bear a striking resemblance to the Head of House. That radiant golden hair belongs only to the Head of House, Sylvia, and you.”

Chad observed my deep golden hair and crimson eyes, recognizing that I carried Glen’s bloodline most purely, and nodded in affirmation.

-The True Demon King said it! It’s the face!

Wrath glared at me intently, as if to say he knew this would happen.

‘This time it’s not just the face—it’s because I resemble Grandfather, isn’t it?’

I waved my hand vigorously in denial.

—and I shall fix it.

Wrath ground his teeth audibly.

—I shall reshape this face to resemble yours and reclaim the System’s affection!

The cotton candy creature smoothed his nose proudly, declaring he would alter his appearance to match mine.

—Wait, System! I shall show you what true beauty truly is!
‘….’

I watched the blue cotton candy rub his own face with his hands and shook my head slowly.

‘I’m not the only one losing my mind.’

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I stopped in my tracks as I left the Secret Meeting Hall and headed back toward the Annex Building.

Whoooosh!

As the crimson sun descended, violet radiance bloomed and intertwined with snow-laden Bekmang Mountain, painting a watercolor scene before my eyes.

‘It’s beautiful.’

I gazed at the magnificent sky of Zigheart, both breathtaking and grand, and drew a gentle smile.

—It doesn’t compare to the True Demon King’s castle, but it’s not bad.

Wrath also seemed satisfied with the Human Realm’s sky, savoring the sight.

—When you visit the Demon Realm later, I shall show you. What true magnificence truly is.

He nodded, apparently convinced that I would naturally come to the Demon Realm.

‘I want to protect this sky.’

I clenched my fists as I gazed at the gradually darkening heavens.

-Protect it? Wrath scoffed.
‘Yes. In the coming war, I don’t want to see a single drop of blood spilled from anyone on this land.’

Derus Robert and the Heavenly Demon had nowhere left to retreat to—they would undoubtedly strike at the main forces of Zigheart and the Five Emperors.
Countless lives would surely be lost on this land.

‘The aftermath of war will reach this place. Many will inevitably perish. But…’

I nodded as I watched the last crimson haze bloom across the fully darkened sky.

‘I want to protect this place. I won’t let anyone die.’

I died as an assassin with nothing, and was reborn as a swordmaster blessed with overwhelming love.
Having lived two lives and learned how precious each soul truly is, I would not allow a single member of Zigheart to perish.

-How arrogant! Wrath snarled.

Wrath thrust his chin upward and unleashed a fierce aura of power.

-Not kill a single soul? Do you truly believe such a thing is possible in war?

He shook his head vigorously, as if telling me to come to my senses.

-Moreover, your enemies are formidable and ruthless without exception. It would not be an exaggeration to call them Demon Lord-class or higher. No—by the time you face them next, they will have surpassed even ordinary Demon Lords.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he declared that the Heavenly Demon was already Demon Lord-class, and Derus Robert would appear as one as well.

-You would protect everyone from those monsters?

His rough voice questioned whether I could truly accomplish such a feat.

‘It’s nearly impossible.’

I nodded calmly.

‘I’m still going to try. That’s why I keep making an effort even now.’

I had witnessed countless deaths and wars across my previous lives. I knew how difficult it was to save everyone, yet I still wanted to pursue that vital goal.

-…You’re sincere about this, aren’t you?

Wrath exhaled slowly as he observed the gravity in my eyes.

-If you’re determined to that extent, then give it a try.

He nodded as though finding it entertaining.

-Should you truly reach a realm where such a thing becomes possible, I myself shall lend a hand.

The moment Wrath felt the sincerity behind his own words, he wiped away his scorn and accepted it with genuine gravity.

‘Ha.’

I let out a faint laugh as I watched Wrath nod calmly.

-Why, why are you laughing! I speak with absolute sincerity!

Wrath’s brows furrowed as though displeased.

‘You’re always calling other people pushovers.’

I laughed, recalling the words Wrath typically used.

‘By that standard, you have no right to say it.’

He takes concerns seriously that others would dismiss, and even offers solutions by taking responsibility himself. I couldn’t fathom how a so-called Demon Lord could be so pure and kindhearted.

-I don’t know what you’re saying, but you’re insulting me!

Wrath huffed steam from his mouth, demanding I speak clearly.

‘Just stay the way you are.’

I laughed and tapped Wrath’s head gently.

-I won’t! The True Demon King is no fool!
‘Ah, but he absolutely is.’
-I’m not!
‘Undeniably so.’

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Knock, knock.

A dull knocking sound echoed from outside the quiet office.

“Come in.”

At Karun’s nod, the office door opened and Burren entered.

“Today’s training seems to have been quite grueling.”

I smiled faintly, observing the dust-covered face and training garments of Burren.

“Yes. Today the Sword Emperor conducted the training, and it was so intense that it was difficult to keep up.”

Burren said it was still an enjoyable session nonetheless, his lips curling upward.

“It’s a rare opportunity—don’t miss a single moment. His swordsmanship remains among the most formidable in the realm.”

I gestured with my fingers, emphasizing that not a shred of the Sword Emperor’s teachings should be overlooked.

“Yes! I understand perfectly.”

Burren assured me there was no need to worry, bowing his head.

“However….”

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at my desk.

“Are you making progress gathering supporters?”

Burren Zigheart stepped closer to Karun, his expression slightly tense.

“Organizing the list isn’t as simple as I thought. I have to compete with Valdemar too.”

Karun shook his head, indicating it wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

“Raon visited four places today alone. He secured support from all of them.”

Burren spoke of Raon’s accomplishments, concern evident in his voice as he addressed his father Karun.

“Starting tomorrow, I’ll venture outside to gather new supporters.”
“The four places he visited today would be Yonan, the Black Market, Slion, and the Bi-Yeon Society.”

Karun nodded as if he already knew everything.

“Ah, you already knew?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I would have moved the same way.”

Karun chuckled softly, as if everything was transparent to him. He had come to fully acknowledge Raon.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Karun shook his head, observing Burren’s bewildered expression.

“This time as well…”

Karun smiled as he lightly organized the documents in his hand.

“I will be the first to pass.”

He made a relaxed gesture, as if all preparations were complete.

“If you’re curious, would you like to come along?”

Karun extended his hand, seemingly wanting to give Burren a broader range of experiences.

“Ah….”

Burren glanced at Karun’s hand before taking a small step backward.

“I’m s-sorry, but I might inadvertently reveal information about Father to Raon. It would be better if I just didn’t go….”

He lowered his eyes, acknowledging his own inability to keep such secrets.

“It’s fine. You never told me about Raon’s information either.”

Karun shook his head as if it didn’t matter at all.

“We’re all Zigheart anyway. Besides….”

He lowered his hand, insisting it was truly no concern.

“In the end, I’ll be the one who wins.”

Karun had transformed all the irritation, anger, stubbornness, and jealousy he’d accumulated since childhood into magnanimity, and now a refreshing laugh escaped him.
She let out a refreshing laugh, as if she had transformed all her irritation, anger, stubbornness, and jealousy into magnanimity.

“Father…”

Burren trembled with his clasped hands, seemingly moved by Karun’s appearance.

“Get ready.”

Karun grabbed Burren’s shoulder and pulled him to his feet.

“I’ll show you what life in the Zigheart Direct Line is like.”

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The next day.

I stopped in my tracks as I headed toward the Castle Wall to depart for Sepia.

‘Hm?’

Two familiar-faced women stood beside Dorian, who was waiting at the City Gate.

“Why did you come?”

Martha furrowed her brow, glancing to her right.

“Wherever Raon goes is my path too.”

Evelyn smiled brightly, looking to her left.

“Then why are you going?”

She turned the question back on Martha.

“I have something I need to tell Sepia.”

Martha lifted her chin, insisting she was going to Sepia, not following me.

“Tell me. I’ll pass the message along.”

Evelyn wiggled her fingers, urging her to speak.

“That won’t do. This is something I need to say directly.”

Martha snorted, declaring she would say it herself.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled a long breath, watching Evelyn and Martha.

‘Their relationship still hasn’t improved.’

They weren’t fighting because of me. They had never gotten along in the first place.

“Huh? Raon!”

Evelyn recognized me first and waved her hand.

“Hmm.”

Martha simply lowered her eyebrows without uncrossing her arms.

“R-Raon!”

Dorian, trembling between Martha and Evelyn, threw his arms wide open. His expression was that of someone brought back from the dead.

“What’s going on with you two?”

I suppressed the sigh threatening to escape and approached Evelyn and Martha.

“Where the needle goes, the thread must follow.”

Evelyn grinned, saying she’d already made her preparations.

“You received great help from the Master during the war with the White Blood Cult. I want to go to Sepia and tell her about it.”

Martha lightly bit her lip, saying she wanted to convey Rimer’s words in her own voice.

“I see….”

Logically, I should take only Martha, but it was obvious Evelyn would cause a scene if I left her behind, so I couldn’t just go without her.

-That’s not it—she’d follow along anyway, no question about it!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-Since she’s a stalker who’ll tag along regardless, it’s better to keep her in sight!

His words held a strange persuasiveness.

“W-well then, maybe you should both come together….”

I was about to tell Martha and Evelyn to come with me together, taking Wrath’s words to heart.

“Raon.”

Deningrose approached from the direction of the Bustling District.

“Deningrose? What brings you here so early in the morning?”

I widened my eyes in surprise at the sight of her.

“There appears to be a minor problem in Sepia, where you’re planning to go.”

Deningrose lowered her voice, mentioning this was information she’d just received.

“A problem? What kind of problem?”

Dorian swallowed hard, already looking frightened.

“Apparently, a crimson wind and mist carrying the scent of blood are sweeping through the Grand Forest that comprises Sepia.”

Deningrose shook her head, explaining that the red wind and mist made external approach impossible.

“A red mist and wind, you say…”

I curled my lips upward without showing any surprise.

‘So it went there after all.’

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