The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1112

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Chapter 1112

“The next destination?”

Martha narrowed her eyes as she examined the black envelope.

“What was written there that made you decide on a destination?”

She approached with curiosity, relaxing her fingers.

“Where is it?”

Evelyn traced her lips with a faint smile.

“No need to tell me. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

She waved her hand, indicating that the location didn’t matter as long as it was where Raon was headed.

“I-it’s not a dangerous place, is it?”

Dorian swallowed hard, troubled by the black envelope.

“It’s just information, right?”

He clasped his hands together as if pleading for that to be the case.

“See for yourself.”

I handed the letter from the Black Market to Dorian and Martha.

“We can look at it?”
“I-isn’t it a secret?”

Martha and Dorian asked with concern, but their eyes were already fixed on the letter.

“Hmm.”

Evelyn didn’t even glance at the letter, simply filing her nails with complete indifference.

-That’s what’s terrifying. That…

Wrath’s lips trembled as he merely looked at Evelyn, fear evident in his expression.

‘Why is she just sitting there like that?’

I tilted my head in confusion as I watched Evelyn’s faint smile.

-Because she can follow you anywhere, that’s why she’s acting so composed!

Wrath pulled down his eyelids, certain that he had planted tracking magic on my body.

“Hehe.”

Evelyn smiled with an enigmatic expression, as if she could read both my and Wrath’s thoughts.

“Hmm…”

As I searched my body for any tracking magic Evelyn might have placed, Dorian and Martha simultaneously lifted their heads.

“What is this?”

Martha tilted her head in bewilderment.

“‘A white-haired child spotted near the Arian Family purchasing all pearl ice cream with high-grade gold coins. Currently tracking.’ Why did this determine our next destination?”

Dorian’s eyes widened as he continued reading the letter, still unable to comprehend its meaning.

“You don’t need to understand. Just remember that our next destination is the Arian Family.”

I patted Dorian’s shoulder, saying that would suffice.

“Huh? If only you’d explained it…”

Dorian’s fingertips trembled, more frightened of what lay ahead than curious.

“At least tell us so we can prepare supplies!”

He tapped his pouch, saying he needed to prepare necessary items.

“It’s fine. We won’t have much use for your pouch anyway.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders as he received the letter again.

“That’s true. Will anything change just because we know?”

Martha chuckled, saying it was always the same.

-A white-haired child buying out all the Pearl Ice Cream Shop…?

Wrath’s eyes shifted toward me as if he’d finally figured it out.

-That’s Gluttony!

He furrowed his brow, asking when I’d started tracking Gluttony.

‘I requested information from the Black Market before going to find Sloth.’

I waved my hand as if it were obvious.

‘Gluttony is one of the few Demon Lords who will definitely participate in the war.’

The Demon Lords who held goodwill toward me were Sloth, Rust, and Gluttony.
Since those three would likely participate in the war with just a polite request, I had asked the Black Market and the Bi-Yeon Society for information about their whereabouts from the beginning.

-Tch, you cunning bastard…

Wrath’s shoulders trembled as if irritation was rising.

-Trying to use top-tier labor like Demon Lords for free! How vicious!

He ground his teeth, saying there was no greater miser in all dimensions.

‘It’s not free. You know that too.’

Through my meeting with Sloth, I learned that even if the Demon Lords held goodwill toward me, they could not participate in war without some form of compensation.

I would need to meet with Gluttony and fulfill her sincere request for her to participate in the war against the Archangel.

-That fool will just ask for more money to buy ice cream! Obviously!-

Wrath ground his teeth, saying it was painfully obvious.

‘That’s true.’

I lowered my head and curled the corners of my mouth upward.

‘The easiest case, really.’

Gluttony, befitting the Lord of Excess, had her entire mind fixated on Pearl Ice Cream.

If I gave her more money than before or even opened a Pearl Ice Cream Shop for her, there was a high chance she would twist causality itself to participate in the war.

‘Rust is similar too.’
-Rust? That stalker will be difficult, won’t she?-

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, questioning what kind of request she might make.

‘Not difficult at all, actually.’

I calmly waved my hand.

‘Just give her you.’

All Rust wanted was Wrath. If I threw him at her along with promises he’d keep in the future, it was obvious she would risk her life to participate in the war. Honestly, it was the easiest case of all.

-Uh…-

Wrath lifted his eyes, which had gone blank and vacant.

-You crazy bastard! You’re selling the True Demon King again! You said we were friends!-
‘Because we’re friends. I’m asking for your help. I can’t say things like this to anyone else.’
-Ugh! Ughhhh…-

He had plenty he wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come out, so he pounded his own chest instead.

‘Don’t worry. I won’t do anything too harsh.’

I was patting Wrath’s back as he retched.

“How was the succession ceremony?”

Sterin approached after finishing his greetings with the other elves.

“It was magnificent. It felt far more splendid than any other kingdom or family’s ceremony.”

The succession ceremony had taken place in the forest under natural light, so it should have been far from ostentatious.
But the moment the World Tree’s blessing descended, today’s ceremony blazed with a brilliance more radiant than any other event.

“Even if I were to become the Head of the Zigheart Family, it wouldn’t compare to this.”

I bowed to Sterin, thanking him for allowing me to witness such a spectacle.

“That won’t be the case.”

Sterin shook his head as if such a thing were impossible.

“At your succession ceremony, countless people will gather instead of the World Tree.”

He laughed refreshingly, saying that as many people as the leaves of the World Tree would flock there.

“That’s not wrong.”

Martha clapped lightly in agreement.

“That’s right. There are still so many places you need to visit.”

Dorian nodded in agreement.

“I really wish I could lock you away somewhere….”

Evelyn uttered words that sent goosebumps across her entire body, laughing naturally.

“Will you be attending my coronation as well, Sterin?”

I deliberately ignored Evelyn’s words and turned my gaze toward Sterin.

“Of course! If you invite me, I’ll absolutely attend!”

Sterin nodded, affirming that he would definitely participate in my coronation.

“I-I’ll go too!”

Siyan raised her hand, declaring that she would certainly attend.
Unlike when she held herself with the composure of a Guardian, she had returned to her usual self, and a natural smile bloomed across my face.

“To host both of you, I’ll have to become the successor for certain. Thank you.”

I bowed deeply to Siyan and Sterin, expressing my determination to work hard.

“No, it’s we who should be grateful.”

Siyan stepped forward and grasped her right shoulder with her left arm—the salute unique to the Elves who draw the bow.

“The Guardian honors us with a bow!”

Sterin unleashed a roar that shook the entire forest, striking his right shoulder forcefully with his left arm.

Boom!

The Elves standing beneath the World Tree likewise offered the same Elven salute toward me as Siyan and Sterin had done.

“Hmm….”

I drew the Heavenly Sword to respond to Siyan’s greeting—her first formal salute as Guardian.

“The Gwangpung Jeonju of Zigheart bows to the Guardian of Sepia.”

I extended the blade forward, held upside down—the sword salute of Zigheart.

Between Elf and human, between Sepia and Zigheart, a bond deeper and richer than before blossomed in that moment.

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At noon, when the sun reached its highest point in the sky.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Zigheart Family Estate began to shake as if it had been waiting for this moment. The violent tremors were no ordinary earthquake—knights lost their footing and crashed into walls, or collapsed to the floor.

“Again? Not again?”
“Why does this chaos happen every time noon arrives!”
“I’m going mad! This earthquake only occurs in Zigheart!”
“It seems to be getting worse each time?”
“Just endure it for three more hours. It will stop soon.”

The knights, now accustomed to the tremors, showed little reaction and simply steadied themselves, rising to resume their duties.

“Heh, heh, heh.”

Roen observed the scene quietly, then carefully opened the door to the Audience Chamber and stepped inside.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Sitting atop the golden platform was the culprit behind this chaos. Glen Zigheart. The master of the family was causing earthquakes throughout the Main Mansion—no, throughout all of Zigheart—with nothing more than the trembling of his legs.

“Three weeks… Three weeks without a single word from Raon!”

Glen had been biting his nails for the past three weeks, lamenting the lack of contact from Raon. It was a habit that had developed after Raon’s departure.

“Surely nothing has gone wrong, has it?”
“No news is good news, as they say. He will return soon.”

Sheryl offered appropriate responses to Glen’s parrot-like daily complaints, waving her hand dismissively.

“Is that so?”

She turned her gaze toward Roen as if to say, “Do something about this.”

“Hehehehe, Sheryl is absolutely right. There shouldn’t be any particular danger in Sepia.”

Roen nodded, noting that Siyan and Sterin were together.

“No, wait! Didn’t you say the sky there was shaking as if it would collapse? And all because of malicious wind and fog!”

Glen bit his lip, recognizing this was no ordinary matter.

“Could it be… Derus and Eden…?”

His hand trembled as he gripped the Jade Throne, as if he might rush to Raon’s side at any moment.

“Raon must be given opportunities to grow. For now, perhaps it’s best to wait…”

Roen was waving his hand to stop Glen when it happened.

Crack!

A space before Glen Zigheart’s Jade Throne split open, and a black letter dropped down with a thud.

“From the Black Market?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he unfolded the letter.

“Huh!”

The tension that had creased Glen’s face began to brighten as he read through the letter.
His leg, which had been trembling with such force it sent tremors across the Zigheart Territory and beyond, gradually stilled.

“What is it?”

Sheryl approached Glen with curiosity.

“Raon has restored youth to Sterin, the previous Guardian, and has also helped the new Guardian Siyan grow! The accursed wind and fog have been dispelled as well!”

Glen exclaimed in admiration, marveling at how Raon had resolved all of Sepia’s troubles.

“See? I told you Raon would handle it!”

Sheryl nodded, acknowledging that I was good at waiting.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen also let out a hearty laugh, pleased that I was delighted.

Whoooosh!

Glen nodded with satisfaction and burned the black letter with lightning, reducing it to ash.

“Huh?”
“Why are you burning that?”

Sheryl and Roen’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Because when Raon arrives, I need to hear it again from that boy’s own lips.”

Glen raised his chin as if it were obvious.

“Wow!”
“Hehehehe….”

Sheryl and Roen marveled once more at Glen’s affection for his grandson, letting out hollow laughs.

“Shall we go see how much Sia has grown today?”

Glen hummed a tune as he descended from the Platform and headed toward the exit of the Audience Chamber.

“We shall attend you.”
“I too have been longing to see the young lady.”

Sheryl and Roen nodded and followed Glen out of the Audience Chamber.

“The earthquake ended early today?”
“It did. It seems to have ended two and a half hours earlier than usual!”
“We should get some work done while we have the chance.”
“Let’s get moving.”

The swordsmen of the Patriarch’s Hall began moving busily, eager to handle their duties while the earthquake had ceased.

“I hope this peace lasts for a long time.”

Roen drew a subtle smile, as if pleased with the current atmosphere of the family.

“I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.”

Sheryl shook her head firmly, her gaze fixed on Glen’s back.

“In four days, the tremors will start again.”

She let out a sigh, as if it were obvious.

“I see it in two days.”

Roen raised the stakes, holding up two fingers.

“Care to make a wager?”
“What nonsense! I’m not possessed by a gambling demon, so why would I bet?”

Sheryl brushed off his words with a wave of her hand.

“Hehe. My apologies.”

Roen laughed awkwardly, acknowledging his pointless remark.

“It’s fine now.”

Sheryl nodded lightly and turned her gaze away.

‘That damned bastard is dead, yet I can’t stop worrying.’

He’s probably living well somewhere.

She looked up at the blue sky, as if a green breeze were passing through it, and her brows furrowed slightly.

‘You’re a cursed gambler, after all.’

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“I greet the Gwangpung Jeonju!”

Wendy Arian, the Head of the Arian Family, stepped out from the family estate herself and bowed deeply to Raon.

“Welcome, Gwangpung Jeonju and the heroes of Zigheart!”

The swordsmen of the Arian Family standing behind her lowered their heads in profound respect.

“The Gwangpung Jeonju of Zigheart greets the Head of the Arian Family.”

Raon returned the greeting to Wendy Arian with a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

‘I chose well, after all.’

Wendy was someone who had never set down her sword even when the Arian Family fell into grave corruption, and she had ascended to the rank of Master.
Even as the Head of the Family, she had continued to train relentlessly, and her martial prowess had reached a realm entirely different from before.

“You look well.”

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword he had been holding in a salute, remarking that her complexion had improved.

“It’s all thanks to you, Raon.”

Wendy bowed again, expressing that the Arian Family had survived because of Raon.

“You’re too kind. I haven’t done anything significant.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“Your humility exceeds all bounds. You have transformed not just the Arian Family, but this entire region. See for yourself.”

Wendy gestured with an open hand, revealing the current state of the Arian Family.

The land that once flowed with filth and malice had become so pristine that not a speck of trash was visible, and the entire family now overflowed with new vitality and vigor.

“It certainly looks impressive.”

I nodded with a faint smile.
Watching the throngs of people moving through this place like they would in a major city such as Camelrun, laughing and chattering freely, I felt a profound sense of pride in having risked my life to fight here.

“It seems we’re not even visible.”

Martha pouted, pushing out her lips.

“That’s not true. They called us the heroes of Zigheart.”

Dorian waved his hand at Martha, urging her to let it go.

“How petty.”

Evelyn let out a scoff, remarking that her ugly feelings were written plainly across her face.

“What?”

Martha began to growl at Evelyn.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Just as she was about to throw a punch at Evelyn, members of the Arian Family emerged and erupted in cheers toward me.

They had not forgotten the past and carried their gratitude with them to this day.

“Wendy. The reason I’ve come here is….”

I stepped closer to Wendy.

“I know. You’ve come to receive a declaration of support for the succession.”

Wendy smiled, indicating she had already heard the rumors and knew everything.

“Don’t worry. I’ve prepared everything.”

She clasped her hands together, telling me to wait just a moment.

“Already?”
“The only person I will support is Raon.”

Wendy Arian nodded, saying that this decision had been prepared since the moment Raon saved the Arian Family.

“…Thank you.”

I felt the preciousness of bonds once more and pressed my lips together firmly.

“Ah, and there’s one more thing I’d like to ask.”

I lowered my voice slightly as I looked at Wendy Arian.

“Do you happen to know of a white-haired child who ate all the ice cream from the Pearl Ice Cream Shop in the Arian Family’s territory by themselves?”

Since Wendy Arian, as the head of the family, would have access to all information about the clan, I asked directly about Gluttony.

“Ah, I do know about the white-haired child who arrived not long ago. The guards kept watch on her since she carried a pouch of gold coins. However, she shouldn’t be here now. As far as I know, she went outside….”

Wendy Arian’s eyes narrowed deeply as she mentioned that the child had gone alone to where the Swamp of Death was located.

“So she finished the ice cream here and left for somewhere else.”

I clicked my tongue briefly. It seemed Gluttony had left the Arian Family after finishing the ice cream.

“No, that’s not it.”

Wendy Arian calmly raised her hand.

“What?”
“I heard she only tasted it little by little and then just left.”

She shook her head, saying that Gluttony had left in the middle of eating the ice cream.

“That… that can’t be right?”

My mouth fell open the moment I heard Wendy Arian’s words.

-That makes no sense! What is that glutton doing!

Wrath’s eyes widened in equal confusion.

‘This time….’

I furrowed my brow as I gazed at the Pearl Ice Cream Shop, which appeared to be where Gluttony had recently passed through.

‘What could have happened?’

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