The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1135

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Chapter 1135

‘Grandfather was right.’

I nodded calmly as I listened to Glen Zigheart’s declaration of war.

‘I cannot fall into the schemes of Derus Robert and Eden.’

We must find them first.

Whether Derus Robert completed his Archangel summoning or created a new martial art based on the Heart Sword, the results would manifest in roughly thirteen months. Given his perfectionist nature, there would be no stopping him after that point, so we had to open this war on our terms beforehand.
Given that a perfectionist like him would definitely be unstoppable after that, we had to open war from our side somehow before that happened.

“Derus Robert, I understand well enough that you’re offering the position of successor to whoever finds Eden’s location first.”

If we could only discover their base, we could lead this war to victory just as we had destroyed the White Blood Sect. Offering the successor position of Zigheart seemed only natural.
If we can only find their headquarters, we can lead the war to victory just as we destroyed the White Blood Cult, so it’s worth giving the successor position of Zigheart.
It felt like a given.

“Karun. No, if Valdemar finds it first, I can hand over the successor position to him as well.”

If there was someone who could greatly aid that objective, I could even place the crown upon their head myself.
If there was someone who could greatly help achieve that goal, he could have even placed the crown on their head himself.

“Of course, I wish it had been Karun rather than Valdemar.”

Raon exhaled a short breath and looked at Karun.

“….”

Karun stroked his chin, lost in thought, as he gazed up at the ceiling of the Audience Chamber.

“This war is a race against time.”

Glen stood before the Jade Throne, looking down at the executives.

“If we find Derus Robert’s forces or Eden’s headquarters within a year, it’s our victory. If we can’t find them, consider it their victory.”

He struck his left chest with his fist, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

“However, we cannot afford to focus solely on the search. The moment we locate them, war will commence. Therefore, dedicate yourselves to personal cultivation with equal intensity.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes blazed with overwhelming authority as he commanded them to move even if it meant sacrificing sleep.

“Zigheart has always eradicated evil. Show these monsters—creatures who have abandoned their humanity in pursuit of power alone—what our family truly is.”

He nodded with solemn gravity, his expression conveying absolute faith in every member of Zigheart.

“Yes!”
“Understood!”

The executives of Zigheart roared their affirmation in unison, their voices shaking the Audience Chamber as they pledged to give their all.

“Critical intelligence will be transmitted through the Bi-Yeon Society.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, signaling that the meeting would conclude here for now.

“Then we shall take our leave.”

Beginning with Karun’s bow, the executives of Zigheart lowered their heads to Glen Zigheart before departing from the Audience Chamber.

“….”

I was about to leave the Audience Chamber with the others, having bowed to Glen Zigheart, when—

“Gwangpung Jeonju.”

Karun called out my title from a step behind.

“Yes, Central Intelligence Agency Director.”

I turned to face Karun, my eyes meeting his. My gaze was calm and composed, my thoughts already settled.

“The Central Intelligence Agency….”

Karun held my gaze steadily before parting his lips to speak.

“I have some recent information on Derus Robert and Eden. I’ll send it to you, so coordinate between your organizations.”

He extended his hand, proposing that the Central Intelligence Agency and Gwangpung Hall share intelligence.

“Intelligence coordination? Are you serious about that?”

I furrowed my brow deeply as I looked at Karun.

“If that information proves accurate, you could even claim the position of Zigheart’s successor outright, couldn’t you?”

Knowing how immense and fervent Karun’s ambition for the Head of House position was, I let out an empty laugh.

“I think I mentioned this before….”

Karun tilted his chin slightly.

“There’s no point in inheriting a family that’s already fallen to ruin. What I wish to protect isn’t the Jade Throne of Zigheart, but my conviction.”

He pointed not at the golden Jade Throne where Glen sat, but at the sky of Zigheart that I had been gazing at all day.

“Now is not the time for succession disputes. We must focus only on finding a way to achieve victory in this war.”

Karun gestured toward me with a slight wave of his hand,
as if to say I already knew
this as well.

“…You’re right.”

I met Karun’s solemn gaze and drew a faint smile.

“But why are you only telling me this?”
“Because you and Gwangpung Hall are the strongest.”

Karun lowered his chin as though it were obvious.

“If any other military division makes a wrong move, they’ll face annihilation, and we could lose the intelligence we’ve barely obtained. Only the Central Intelligence Agency, Gwangpung Hall, and the Heavenly Sword Squad are capable of pursuing and verifying dangerous leads.”

He mentioned that Aris’s pirate crew existed as well, but since they specialized in maritime operations, he would discuss that separately.

“But don’t squander the second successor trial either.”

Karun advised me to spend the remaining month cultivating and gathering forces.

“Understood.”

I nodded with a subtle smile.

“Then.”

Karun waved his hand as if saying we’d meet later, then left the Audience Chamber first.

“So that’s my brother….”

Aris Zigheart stepped beside me and exhaled softly.

“How creepy! He was better when he was being petulant!”

Despite her words of disgust, she wore a radiant smile,
moved by Karun’s transformation.

“Like he said, we’ll search the sea routes. I’ll send you all the information we find, so wait for it!”

Aris patted my shoulder in support of my becoming Head of House, then followed Karun out.

…

I met Glen Zigheart’s gaze—he had quietly observed our entire conversation from the Jade Throne—before leaving the Audience Chamber myself.

‘He told me to bring talented people.’

Recalling Glen’s words, I curved my lips upward.

‘I hadn’t considered it before….’

I should take those two with me.

-Those two?

Wrath’s eyes widened as if questioning what I was thinking.

-They’ve all grown quite a bit, haven’t they?
‘Their talent is overflowing. And….’

I smiled faintly as I watched Karun and Aris Zigheart’s backs.

‘They seem to have potential as well.’

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“As the Head of House has decreed.”

I ascended the platform of the 5th Training Ground and looked down upon the Gwangpung swordsmen standing in rigid formation.

“From this moment forward, Zigheart enters a state of war preparation.”

The moment those words left my lips, determination ignited in the eyes of every swordsman.

“Have no fear, sir!”

Crain stepped forward and raised his fist.

“I, Crain, shall dedicate my entire being to extracting information on Derus Robert and Eden!”

He lifted his chin with unwavering resolve, declaring that he would
make me the successor of Zigheart at any cost.

“We shall stand with you!”
“You must
become the successor, my lord!”
“Since information from the Bi-Yeon Society reaches us first, we shall find them immediately!”

The other swordsmen nodded, pledging their lives to elevate me as Zigheart’s successor.

“Make the Jeonju the Head of House. Make the Jeonju the Head of House! Make the Jeonju the—”
“Quiet.”

I descended from the platform and struck Crain’s forehead as he continued chanting.

“Ack!”

Crain immediately grasped his forehead, which was swelling red,
and let out a cry of pain.

“Why, why…?”
“You are not intelligence operatives—you are Zigheart swordsmen.”

I sighed and shook my head.

“Rather than gathering information, focus on finding ways to grow stronger.”

I told him that I would gather intelligence from other sources, and tapped Crain’s head once more, urging him to concentrate on his training.

“If you lose the successor that way…”
“Then so be it.”

I recalled Karun’s composed face—the one who had extended his hand to me first—and smiled faintly. It seemed I would have no great objection even if he became the Head of House now.

“I have conveyed everything I heard today in the Patriarch’s Hall, but there is one more thing I have yet to tell you.”

I climbed back onto the platform and looked out at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“The Head of House has said he will personally oversee the training of swordsmen with growth potential to increase our chances of victory in the coming war.”

When I mentioned that Glen would personally supervise their training, all the scattered noise in the 5th Training Ground vanished.

“The, the Head of House?”
“Will personally oversee our training?”
“This is fortune! The Northern Destruction King—no, the teachings of the Sword Saint himself!”
“How do we earn this opportunity?”

The swordsmen licked their lips as they gazed at me, as though a legendary blade had materialized before their eyes.

“As I mentioned, the Head of House said he looks for growth potential. In other words….”

I narrowed my eyes as I assessed the martial prowess of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen one by one.

“One month from now, I will bring to the Head of House whichever swordsman has made the greatest progress from their current level.”

Since the second successor trial would end in exactly one month, the timing seemed perfect.

“Will we get to go too? I want to learn from the greatest swordsman of this age as well!”

The Sword Emperor raised his hand, eager to receive instruction from Glen himself.

“Please, show some restraint….”

The War King sighed as he forcibly lowered the Sword Emperor’s hand.

“No.”

I waved my hand at the War King, who was trying to stop the Sword Emperor.

“Both of you are included.”
“Huh…?”
“Really, truly?”

The Sword Emperor and War King widened their eyes in bewilderment.

“Yes. The Head of House placed no
restrictions whatsoever.”

Glen had simply told me to bring people with talent and potential—there was no problem bringing my own men, the Sword Emperor and War King, along with me.

‘This could actually work out well.’

If the Sword Emperor and War King received instruction from Glen and reached a higher realm than they currently occupied, they would be able to contend with the lower-tier Archangels, dramatically increasing our chances of victory in the coming war.

“However, as I said, growth potential is the condition.”

I nodded, telling them to do their best.

“Excellent! I shall grow even if it means scraping away flesh and bone!”

The Sword Emperor unleashed a sword strike that seemed to tear the very heavens asunder, his excitement rekindled after so long.

“Hmm, I suppose there’s no helping it this time….”

The War King quietly entered the Cultivation Chamber, eager to hear Glen Zigheart’s martial philosophy.

“No, this can’t be happening!”
“If the instructors move, we’re guaranteed to lose two spots!”
“W-we don’t have time! Let’s start immediately!”
“Uoooooooooo!”

The swordsmen roared fiercely, unwilling to yield their spots as Glen’s students even to the Sword Emperor and War King, whom they revered as masters, and began their training in earnest.

“I cannot afford to lose.”

Burren Zigheart declared he would do his utmost within the given time, drew his blade, and unleashed the swordsmanship he had learned from Karun.

“Training from the Head of House himself. Can I finally receive what Raon had monopolized?”

Martha bared her teeth in a grin, determined to seize this opportunity no matter what.

“Haaaaaawn….”

Lunan Slion yawned long and deeply as though Glen held no interest for him, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. It seemed to be training in sloth—replenishing his sleep.

-Who will you take with you?

Wrath descended onto Raon’s shoulder, narrowing his eyes.

-Haven’t you already decided? The ice cream girl and the beef girl, plus the eye-rolling one—I’ll take them….
‘That’s not it at all.’

I shook my head firmly, disagreeing entirely.

‘Just as the Head of House said, I’ll prioritize potential above all else. No matter how talented someone is, those who don’t put in effort have their limits. Of course….’
I’ll prioritize possibility above all else. No matter how talented someone is, if they don’t put in the effort, there’s a limit to what they can achieve. Of course…

I observed the swordsmen who were training while smiling.

‘I don’t see a single swordsman who isn’t making an effort right now.’
-What about that one over there?

Wrath pointed at Lunan Slion, who was sleeping while snoring loudly.

‘…That guy, that’s actually training for him.’

I quickly shifted my gaze away from Lunan Slion and changed the subject.

‘Regardless, I’m going to take people based solely on their potential. Those who can grow tremendously under the Head of House’s guidance and become a pillar of strength in the coming war.’

I nodded, resolving to keep the promise I had just made.

-Well, that’s not wrong.

Wrath nodded, saying it was a choice befitting me.

“You’re only making the kids do it, but you’re not training yourself?”

He wrinkled his nose, questioning why I was sitting alone idly.

-If you barely survived an encounter with that silver-haired brat, you should be swinging your sword until your hands bleed.

Wrath gnashed his teeth, urging me to move faster just as he had wielded his sword all day yesterday.
It seemed he was still angry because he’d eaten only hardtack for yesterday’s meals.

‘Right now, I’m just waiting.’

I waved my hand at Wrath, who was growling like a hungry puppy.

-Waiting? What else did you forget!

Wrath cried out that it was pathetic and snorted derisively.

‘It’s not that I forgot—it’s something I can’t control….’
-Hmph! Where does such a thing exist! You must control and manage your own body and mind yourself, yet you can’t even do that properly….

It was when Wrath scoffed dismissively, hurling his usual complaints at me.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[You have contemplated 【Death】.]
[All stat points increase by 100.]
[New trait….]
[Trait….]
[Title….]

At last, the rewards from saving Lectar at Mugeomgak had finally arrived.

-Ugh….

The moment Wrath saw the message about 100 points, his jaw dropped wide open.

-W-wait, could this be what you were waiting for….
‘That’s right. I can’t control this part.’

I gestured toward the message with a smile.

‘I thought I’d receive it yesterday, but it’s only coming now.’

I caught my breath briefly and continued.

‘When stats and traits grow, the body’s senses change. I was planning to start proper training after receiving this reward.’

I scanned through the messages with a faint smile.

‘It didn’t come this morning either, which I found strange. But sure enough, it appears when I provoke you.’

I thanked him while lightly patting his head.

‘It’s funny—you’re not even a piggy bank, yet rewards come out when I tap you.’

I told him I’d count on him next time as I shook him like a piggy bank.

-Yesterday it was that bastard Nadine. Today it’s the True Demon King’s bones and flesh….

Wrath ground his teeth and glared at me.

-I simply cannot endure this any longer!

He lunged forward with a proposal to die together, unleashing an intense wave of frigid energy.

‘He spoke of control, yet this Demon Lord cannot even manage his own mind properly.’

Raon smiled faintly and accepted Wrath’s challenge.

‘Let’s see what you’ve got.’

Of course, the outcome was inevitable.

[You have suppressed Wrath.]
[All stat points increase by 1.]

-Aaaahhhhh! Please, stop!

It all ended with Wrath’s screams and cries of anguish.

-The True Demon King admits his mistake!

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