The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1158

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Chapter 1158

“Head of House….”

Sheryl followed alongside Glen as he returned to the Patriarch’s Hall, carefully parting her lips to speak.

“Do you truly have no intention of offering instruction to Raon?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, betraying her concern for Raon.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen grasped Sheryl’s shoulder and shook his head slowly.

“The Head of House surely has his reasons….”

He was about to say they should trust Glen’s judgment and wait.

“Khuup!”

Glen exhaled a breath that seemed almost choked with emotion, bringing the back of his hand to his eyes.

“H-Head of House?”
“Are you alright?”

Sheryl gasped in surprise, while Roen’s eyes—usually warm with kindness—widened in alarm.

“So very….”

Glen lifted his head, his voice trembling with moisture.

“So very admirable!”

He did not name the object of his admiration, yet Sheryl and Roen understood at once who he meant.

“R-Raon?”
“Hehehehe, the Gwangpung Jeonju is truly remarkable, isn’t he.”

Sheryl and Roen understood that Glen was talking about Raon and nodded.

“If we neglected him for a month, he’d sulk and refuse to come to the Training Ground, yet he always arrives first and leaves last.”

Sheryl raised her hand, understanding Glen’s point about how admirable that was.

“That part is admirable, but I’m referring to something else.”

Glen exhaled slowly.

“Something else…?”

Roen narrowed his eyes with curiosity.

“Raon was pushing himself far too hard. Rather than preparing for the Five Emperors’ war, he was acting as though he intended to go out alone and kill Derus Robert.”

Glen recalled Raon’s expression, which had been filled with murderous intent, and let out a thin sigh.

“Isn’t having that kind of murderous intent generally a good thing?”

Sheryl shook her head, saying that a swordsman without murderous intent could never grow stronger.

“That’s true. Murderous intent is an important element. However, that applies only in ordinary circumstances, as you said. Raon’s realm is among the highest of transcendence—approaching the state of the absolute beings from the Six Emperors Five Demons era. If one becomes consumed by power alone at such a level, they fall into demonic madness.”

Glen’s complexion darkened.

“You know better than anyone how hideously a transcendent who pursued only power became.”

He bit his lips deeply, ashamed of revealing his own shame.

“That is…”
“Mm.”

Sheryl and Roen swallowed their words, recalling the time when Glen had fallen into demonic madness.

“Like grandfather, like grandson—that boy Raon was trying to walk the same path as me. However, since he hasn’t fully climbed those stairs yet, there was still time to stop him.”

Glen shook his head, saying that was why he hadn’t given Raon direct instruction.

“Then why didn’t you tell me that…?”

Sheryl furrowed her brow, noting how exhausted Raon appeared.

“A person consumed by demonic obsession doesn’t listen to others’ words. They might even move in a worse direction instead.”

Glen nodded, understanding because he had experienced the same thing himself.

“That’s why I didn’t lay a hand on Raon and simply waited. But I was worried because I thought my judgment might be wrong, and it seemed to be getting worse lately….”

His fingertips trembled as he turned to survey the Training Ground.

“Today, Raon stopped his sword for the first time and found composure. He realized for himself what he truly needed!”

Glen’s face flushed red with emotion at my transformation as he raised his fist.

“He’s a far better grandson than this foolish old man!”

His eyes grew misty, as if there was nothing left to move him about Raon.

“Ah!”
“I see!”

Sheryl and Roen nodded, finally understanding the situation between Raon and Glen.

“During this training period, I won’t say anything to Raon. However….”

Glen nodded with a sniffle, as if he believed her.

“Raon will return having gained more than anyone else.”

His eyes gleamed with certainty as he clenched his fist.

“Um, Head of House….”

Sheryl tilted her head, looking at Glen with confusion.

“Are you… crying right now?”

She let out a hollow laugh as she watched Glen’s eye corners, where tears hung precariously.

“I’m not crying!”

Glen wiped his tears with the back of his hand and shook his head.

“The Head of House doesn’t cry. But as a grandfather, I have no choice.”

He bit his lip, saying he couldn’t help but cry when seeing Raon today.

“I understand that feeling.”

Roen seemed to share Glen’s emotions, laughing softly as he wiped his reddened nose, then exchanged glances and nodded at each other.

“Ha….”

Sheryl let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’ve heard that people cry more as they age, but I never thought the Head of House would actually cry.”

Glen had teared up many times before, but this was the first time he was truly crying. To be honest, it was bewildering and absurd.

“He would have loved to see this.”

Sheryl giggled as she thought of the only person who could tease Glen, and a faint smile crossed her face.

“He does strange things even after dying, yet he doesn’t come to me….”

She clicked her tongue as she felt the cool breeze today.

“I’ll wait. If you’re really going to die, then die in front of me. Damn elf!”

Sheryl blew on her hands and ran after Glen and Roen, who were walking with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

“Let me come with you!”

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‘I’ve grown stronger?’

I turned to look at Wrath, tilting my head in confusion.

‘What do you mean by that?’

I had simply closed my eyes and listened to the other swordsmen training. I couldn’t understand how that could have made me stronger.

-Your presence has elevated in a way it never has before!

Wrath furrowed his brow, explaining that it wasn’t specific aspects like my stats or aura that had grown stronger, but rather my overall combat prowess had developed.

-Verify it yourself!

He waved his hand dismissively, telling me to stop questioning and check for myself.

‘Hmm….’

I smacked my lips and closed my eyes again, observing my own state.

‘I was just resting quietly. There’s no way I could have grown stronger… wait?’

As I smacked my lips and released my senses, I felt the sensation shift slightly. I could now detect the surrounding mana far more precisely than before.

‘What is this…?’

I hadn’t meditated, nor had I undergone any awakening. I had simply sat with my eyes closed, yet I had grown in martial prowess. It was strange and astonishing.

-That’s exactly why it doesn’t make sense!

Wrath gnashed his teeth as if asking what I had done.

‘You saw it yourself. I was just sitting quietly…wait?’

I was waving my hand at the growling Wrath when my eyes widened in realization.

‘Just sitting quietly?’

Now that I thought about it, I couldn’t remember the last time I had simply remained still.

‘I’ve always been rushing about, always wielding my sword. Recently, it’s been even worse.’

As the war with Derus Robert drew near with frightening speed, I grew impatient and did nothing but swing my blade ceaselessly.

Yet contrary to my efforts, my swordsmanship showed no growth whatsoever—I remained stuck in the same place.

‘Lately, it doesn’t even feel like I’m wielding the sword anymore. It feels like the sword is wielding me.’

Consumed by anxiety and foreboding about the war, I swung my blade, but I found myself increasingly unable to focus on the martial arts themselves.

‘Was it heart demon poison?’

Now, looking back, it seemed mental fatigue had accumulated within me.

‘When did it start… or was it from the beginning?’

While receiving instruction from Glen, I had made a vow to overcome one barrier no matter what, but that very determination seemed to have become my poison.

‘I went too far.’

Excessive medicine becomes poison. Because he had driven himself to extremes, that emotion and fatigue had certainly become a deadly toxin, clinging to both his body and mind.

‘And today, that poison finally began to dissipate a little.’

Following Wrath’s counsel, by releasing my mind like drifting clouds—not swinging my sword or thinking of Derus—a small crack had formed in the dam that had been blocking me.

‘That’s right. At my current level, mental stability is paramount, yet I had been far too consumed.’

The murderous intent to grow stronger and kill Derus, the desire to save more people, the desperation to understand the enemies’ plans—all of it had driven me into a corner, forcing me to swing my blade mindlessly.

Those goals were certainly important, but now, stabilizing my mind and first understanding my own condition took precedence.

‘Now I understand why Grandfather left me alone.’

Glen was the only swordsman in the Training Ground he paid no attention to—he ignored me as though I didn’t exist.

Until just moments ago, I had felt slighted by that, but now I understood his reason.

‘To make me realize on my own that I needed mental rest.’

Glen had understood that I needed spiritual respite and had offered neither advice nor instruction.

But I had failed to grasp his intention and instead pushed myself harder, spiraling in the wrong direction.

Now I finally understood why Glen sometimes looked at me with such pitying eyes.

‘I need to reclaim peace of mind.’

I gazed at Wrath while trying to calm my heart, which still harbored killing intent and desire.

‘Wrath.’

I offered a soft smile and gently stroked Wrath’s head.

‘Thank you. You understood everything all along.’

Wrath had known that what I needed wasn’t training but rest, and had simply advised me to take it easy. His consideration moved me so deeply that my head bowed of its own accord.

-Sigh…

Wrath released a breath as if to say, ‘Finally you understand.’

-Why did you get stronger, you ask? What nonsense are you spouting!

He furrowed his brow, demanding I speak the real reason for my growth instead of such drivel.

-You’ve been siphoning off the True Demon King’s power again, haven’t you? You shameless sword-wielding parasite!
‘….’

I exhaled softly as I watched Wrath genuinely rage.

‘Of course.’

I was simply a fool.

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I did not draw my sword the next day either.

I sat down in the center of the Training Ground, closed my eyes, and listened only to the sound of other swordsmen swinging their blades and Glen’s voice.

I wasn’t particularly concentrating. I simply listened to the sounds flowing past my ears as one might enjoy music.

‘Crain’s speed with the sword has improved, but his stance is collapsing.’
‘Martha is wielding her sword with her upper body tilted like a beast? Her recklessness has grown stronger. If she continues to develop like this, she’ll be more terrifying than the Sword Emperor.’
‘Lunan Slion is sleeping again. But his growth is a bit strange, isn’t it? He might actually reach transcendence.’
‘Burren is now walking a slightly different path than Karun’s sword. Considering his future, this is the right way.’
‘Dorian’s growth rate is also fast. It seems he’s been strengthening his gluttony after training.’

While I was simply enjoying the sounds unfolding from swordplay, countless pieces of information filled my mind and flowed away. It was a mysterious feeling I had never experienced since birth.

For a week, I listened only to the training sounds of the swordsmen and did not move from that spot.

After a week had passed and I rose to my feet, I clearly felt my growth.

Since becoming a swordsman, this was the first time I hadn’t swung my sword to this degree, yet my senses had actually improved, and my growth in martial understanding was deeper than when I was polishing my technique.

From the day the sixth week of training began, I was no longer closing my eyes, but quietly following behind Glen.

“Burren. Maintaining proper form is always important, but depending on the situation, you also need the versatility to deliberately break your sword path.”

After Glen gave advice to the swordsman first and moved on, I stopped my steps and waited.

“You’re too obsessed with aristocratic and elegant swordplay. Even Karun discarded what needed to be discarded, so find a new realm.”

I attached my own interpretation to Glen’s teachings and created new advice.

“Serena. Your sword technique has very high completion. However, if you continue like this, there will be no further development. Try challenging yourself with a new sword technique.”
“Organization Master. When seeking new sword techniques, it’s good to find techniques with different subtleties than before. If you add the subtlety of absolute cutting to the techniques you’ve learned, their effects will improve even more.”

Following behind Glen and giving advice to the swordsmen, I spent another week.

After a week of day and night listening to the sound of blades, observing the flaws in swordsmanship, and contemplating improvements, dawn broke.

Raon stepped into a new realm within the Family Head’s Training Ground, now empty and silent.

-I knew this would happen….

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he watched Raon’s eyes sink into that hollow void.

-He was just muttering about being hungry, and now he’s fallen into enlightenment!

There’s no need to worry about a guy like this!

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