The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1169

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Chapter 1169

“Hmm!”

Glen Zigheart’s lips trembled faintly as he observed Raon displaying such confidence with a composed expression.

“Dragons are cunning and treacherous, but with your current power, it seems you could handle whatever they might attempt.”

He nodded gravely, acknowledging the undeniable strength and self-assurance before him.

“I share that sentiment.”

Sheryl curled her lips upward in a smile.

“The young recruit I took out and trained in the Gwangpung Unit is long gone now. It’s bittersweet seeing you’ve weathered countless trials and become a leader bearing such responsibility.”

She closed her eyes tenderly, as if overlaying the Raon from those Gwangpung Unit days with the one standing before her now, then opened them again.

“I am who I am today because of that period.”

Raon smiled softly at Sheryl.

“I am always grateful.”

He lowered his head to express his thanks to Sheryl, who had looked after him in his youth.

“Sigh, I still can’t understand it.”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh, her hand resting on her waist.

“How did someone like you come from under such an idiot?”

She shook her head in disbelief, comparing Raon’s master Rimer so unfavorably to his student.

“The Heavenly Sword Master knows this as well.”

Raon chuckled softly, observing the slight furrow in Sheryl’s eyes.

“My master wasn’t merely a lazy gambler, a liar, and a thoughtless fool.”

I spoke of someone who possessed far more virtues than such flaws, tilting my jaw slightly.

“I, I didn’t say it that harshly!”

Sheryl blinked her eyes, protesting that my words were too severe.

“He did strange things often, but there was always thought behind them!”

She raised her voice in defense of Rimer.

“Is that so?”

I twisted my lips into a smile as I watched Sheryl furrow her brow.

“I can see the Heavenly Sword Master defending your master.”

I muttered that it was amusing and let out a mischievous laugh.

“Huh? Ugh!”

Sheryl only then realized what I was aiming for, gasped, and stepped back.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart also seemed amused by Sheryl’s angry reaction, narrowing his eyes.

“That’s not it!”

Sheryl released a heavy sigh and relaxed her contorted expression.

“I dislike your master. So I’ll never move according to his wishes!”

She snorted, declaring she wouldn’t grant Rimer’s requests either.

“I see.”

I clasped my hands before me as I watched Sheryl turn her head away sharply.

‘As expected….’

Sheryl truly loved my master.

Rimer wished for Sheryl to meet someone else and live happily, yet Sheryl had chosen the opposite path—etching Rimer into her heart and resolving to spend her entire life alone.

‘Is this what love is?’

Through Rimer and Sheryl, I glimpsed one direction of affection between man and woman. Though only slightly, I began to understand what love truly meant.

‘Father and Mother walk a different path, yet it mirrors theirs in its own way.’

Sylvia and Edgar could not share love in an ordinary manner either. Torn apart by the world’s cruelty, they endured countless trials before reuniting. Their poignant love and reunion were beginning to resonate within my heart as well.

Perhaps because I had glimpsed this new emotion, the blade I had honed within my soul grew sharper and more unyielding.

-No….

Wrath’s eyes hardened with exasperation.

-Experience love yourself! Do not steal emotions from others’ affections!

He roared at me for learning emotions in such a manner.

-You truly transcend all comprehension! I no longer even know if you are truly human!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying that merely looking at me infuriated him.

‘I am human. Perhaps somewhat unusual, but….’

I smiled faintly at the enraged Wrath, resolving that one day I would reveal all truths, and nodded calmly.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart observed me with narrowed eyes.

“It seems I can now entrust anything to you.”

Like Wrath, he sensed my transformation through emotion and nodded slowly.

“The fact that you can maintain such a light atmosphere even while heading out to face the highest-ranking ancient dragons—that alone proves your strength and confidence.”

Glen Zigheart extended his hand as if to tell me to do as I pleased.

“Thank you.”

I straightened my posture and bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart.
Glen bent at the waist.

“I will never disappoint you.”

He lifted his head and said he would take care of not only the leaders of each Elf Clan but even the Dragon Lord himself.

“Who are you going to bring this time?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as if curious about who would be going with him.

“Since this is an important moment for Lunan Slion, I think it’s best to leave him be, and I’m planning to take Burren Zigheart and Martha so they can gain experience. Dorian must come with me as a necessity, and as for Evelyn, well, that goes without saying…”
“I see.”

Though I didn’t say more, Glen Zigheart nodded as if he understood.

“Should you ever need my strength, don’t hesitate—speak freely at any time.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his hand, as if warning me not to think I could shoulder everything alone just because I had grown stronger. He seemed unwilling to let his grandson face the same trials he had endured.
I’m not willing to take responsibility for it.
Don’t do it.
He lowered his finger. His grandson
It seemed like they didn’t want others to go through the same thing they did.

I will keep that in mind.

Raon laughed and said he wouldn’t be arrogant enough to think he could solve everything on his own.

“Then.”

He said he would be careful and come back safely, then opened the door to the Audience Chamber.

“Huh?”

The moment I opened the door, Karun and Roen appeared from behind the Audience Chamber entrance, where they had been waiting.

“Raon. Have a safe journey.”

Roen chuckled as if he had heard everything, bowing his head respectfully.

“Yes. I’ll see you later.”

I returned the greeting and was about to head outside when Karun spoke.

“Work Burren hard.”

Karun left those words instructing me to put Burren through his paces before entering the Audience Chamber. Yet despite the harshness of his command, there was a subtle warmth in his voice when he spoke Burren’s name.
Unlike when he told her to just roll, there was a slight warmth in his voice whenever he spoke the name Burren Zigheart.

“Yes. I’ll give you a good roll.”

Raon nodded at Karun and left the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Now it’s not just the Annex Building anymore, but this entire Zigheart…”

Karun entered the Audience Chamber, and she drew a faint smile as she looked around.

“It feels like we’ve become like family.”

It felt like my heart was warming with a tender feeling, as if Zigheart had finally become a true home where he could return with a smile at any time.

“Somehow…”

Raon came out of the Patriarch’s Hall and clenched his fists as he looked around at the view of Zigheart.

“I’ll protect it.”

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The next morning.

A deep, resonant hum echoed through the air.

As I finished my preparations and stepped out toward the Annex Garden, a blue portal materialized before me, and Barthius’s face appeared within it, just as it had the day before.

“Are you ready?”

Barthius tilted his chin, as if asking whether we could depart immediately.

“Ugh, we’re… we’re really going.”

Dorian’s shoulders trembled with apprehension.

“I just finished training and wanted to rest a bit….”

Even as he muttered about wanting to rest, he checked the supplies in his pack. In just one day, he’d packed so much that the aura of gluttony surrounding him seemed to have grown slightly stronger.
It seemed to have become stronger.

“A Dragon. And if it’s a Dragon of the Elf Clan’s upper echelon at that….”

Burren Zigheart took a thin, sharp breath and exhaled.

“Just watching the battle will be a great help.”

He clenched his fist, saying he would learn everything.

“Just watching? No way! We have to fight too!”

Martha snorted as if to say “what nonsense.”

“You have to put what you’ve learned into practice!”

She placed her hand on her sword, saying she really wanted to fight the dragons.

“Being stupid must be nice, huh?”

Evelyn laughed with a snort as she brushed off Martha’s shoulder.

“With your current strength, you can’t even capture an Ancient Dragon?”

She shook her chin, telling me to come to my senses.

“Hmph! Do you think only Ancient Dragons surround the leaders? There are bound to be weaker ones too.”

Martha swatted Evelyn’s hand away, telling her to come to her senses instead.

“Save the fighting for later.”

I stepped between Martha and Evelyn, letting out a sigh.

“Barthius. Let’s depart now.”

I stepped forward, asking Barthius to guide us.

“We’re heading straight to the leader of the Red Clan.”

Barthius nodded, saying he had already opened the path.

Whoooooosh!

As he spread both hands, a Dimensional Gate shimmering with golden light opened before me.

“Enter through that gate.”

Barthius revealed calm eyes, urging us to trust him and enter the Dimensional Gate.

“Um, Master.”

Dorian swallowed hard, looking worried.

“Should I… go first?”

Even as fear gripped him, he stood before the Dimensional Gate, concerned for me.

“I’m not a fool who sends his subordinates ahead.”

I chuckled softly and pulled Dorian back behind me.

“And if I’ve decided to trust, I’ll keep trusting until a blade finds its way into my back.”

I met Barthius’s gaze through the blue portal before stepping into the golden dimensional gate.

Uuuuuuung!

As my body felt a brief weightlessness and my feet touched solid ground again, I beheld the summit of a colossal volcano where magma churned violently and flames erupted with savage fury.

“Whoa…”

Dorian gasped sharply at the volcano’s scorching heat and stumbled backward.

“A volcano right from the start…”

Burren pressed his lips together tightly, tension evident in his expression.

“I miss that fool right about now.”

Martha smacked her lips, longing for Lunan’s reaction to such sweltering heat and yearning for the ice she would conjure.

“So it was here after all.”

Evelyn nodded calmly, as though she had anticipated this location.

“Hmm.”

As I surveyed the entire volcano, the golden dimensional gate closed, and Barthius emerged from behind it.

“I appreciate your boldness.”

Barthius curled his lips into a smile as he looked at me.

“Of course, that’s exactly why I chose you.”

He nodded, satisfied that his choice of me had been worthwhile.

“This place is…”

I narrowed my eyes as I surveyed the volcano.

“It is the Skyfire Volcano where Igni Siarpang, the leader of the Red Clan, resides.”

Behind Barthius, a rough voice that sounded like crackling flames reached my ears.
Balashiur. The Red Clan’s ancient dragon approached with furrowed brows.

“From here on, I shall guide you.”

Balashiur dusted off his hands as if beckoning me to follow, then pointed to a black shadow directly in front of the lava.
The heat, smoke, and flames obscured the view, but there was an enormous cavern large enough for even an ancient dragon to enter.
The heat and flames served as a natural barrier—this appeared to be the Lair of Igni Siarpang, the leader of the Red Clan.

“Let’s go.”

I followed Balashiur into the massive cavern. The heat inside was nearly as intense as the volcano itself, but no one here lacked the fortitude to endure it.

“Give me time to speak with him.”

Balashiur murmured softly as he walked ahead. His cautious demeanor, so different from his earlier straightforward manner, suggested he hadn’t entirely made up his mind.

“Time to speak?”

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“If Igni Siarpang were to alert the outside world, matters would become troublesome.”

Granting him time to speak wasn’t inherently problematic, but if information leaked, the entire plan could collapse. I couldn’t make such a decision lightly.

“There’s no issue with that.”

Barthius raised his hand calmly.

“Dariauran, Sirtiren, and Busiharabi have established a Barrier.”

He nodded, indicating that the three dragons were blocking Igni Siarpang’s escape and communications.

“I see.”

I turned to look at Evelyn behind me.

“Unless they prepared in advance, it shouldn’t be breached under normal circumstances.”

Evelyn nodded, trusting those words.

“Then let’s do it that way.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“Thank you.”

Balashiur thanked them for their understanding and entered deeper into the Lair with quickened steps.

Many Guardians protected this Lair, but none of them moved, perhaps due to Balashiur’s presence.

“Phew.”

Balashiur caught his breath before the massive Cavern, large enough for tens of thousands to enter at once.

“This is it. Now….”

He was about to step into the Cavern after making his decision when—

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The entire Skyfire Volcano trembled, and from the darkness, the colossal head of a fire dragon burst forth, towering high enough to touch the clouds.

Everyone held their breath at the overwhelming scale that felt alien merely to witness.

[Balashiur. And Barthius.]

Igni Siarpang, the leader of the Red Clan, thrust his body—vaster than mountains—forward, radiating heat intense enough to melt bone and flesh.

[What business do you have here? And you’ve brought insects with you.]

Igni Siarpang gazed down at Balashiur and Barthius with a slightly wrathful aura.

“Ugh….”
“Is this the leader of the Red Clan?”
“What an absurdly overwhelming presence!”

Dorian couldn’t breathe properly, Burren gripped his sword and braced himself with all the strength in his legs, and Martha bit her lips until they bled, glaring back at Igni Siarpang.

“….”

I stood back as promised earlier, hands clasped behind my back, my presence completely suppressed as I regarded Igni Siarpang with an unwavering gaze.

[Master. Our clan is currently walking down a misguided path.]

Balashiur stepped forward toward Igni Siarpang and raised both hands.

[Dragons are a race that exists to maintain the balance of this world. That is why we are called mediators or neutrals, and it is also why we are born with such formidable power.]

He wielded dragon language through his human body with his head held high.

[But the dragons of now are not. The Lords and clan leaders who must maintain neutrality above all others are joining hands with beings from another dimension and attempting to erase humanity, the constituents of this world. To resurrect the tyranny of the Demon Dragon through our own hands—this is an absolutely unacceptable choice!]

Balashiur abandoned the tyrannical nature of the Red Clan and attempted to persuade Igni Siarpang with a more rational demeanor than anyone else.

[Balashiur….]

Igni Siarpang turned his gaze toward Balashiur, his brow—broader than a hillside—furrowing deeply.

[You, designated as the next master, dare speak such nonsense! Why do you not understand our will! Humanity has become completely corrupted. Only by sweeping everything away and rebuilding can we establish the balance of this world!]

He dismissed Balashiur’s words entirely, snarling ferociously.

“Even if that were true, such a task should be ours alone. To join hands with beings from another dimension—that is to lose the very essence of what it means to be a dragon.”

Barthius backed Balashiur’s words with a scoff.

[Balashiur, Barthius. Both designated as the next master, so I’ve been indulging you both. You’ve lost your senses.]

Igni Siarpang revealed intense fury and stepped out of the cavern. As his entire body became visible, he unleashed a pressure so suffocating that breathing became impossible.

“Ugh…ugh….”
“Hgh…hgh…!”
“Ahhh….”

As Igni Siarpang released his genuine killing intent, Burren, Martha, and Dorian collapsed to their knees, unable to breathe properly.

“Damn it….”
“Ha! So it comes to this in the end.”

Balashiur and Barthius trembled with tension at Igni Siarpang’s true intent, retreating backward.

[Today I shall show you the difference in power! And the difference in resolve to protect this Continent!]

Igni Siarpang released his mana, burning a brilliant crimson as he declared he would educate Balashiur and Barthius as an elder. The sheer magnitude of his mana release caused the Skyfire Volcano to erupt, and the entire Continent trembled as if twisted by the force.

“It won’t work.”

I exhaled softly and stepped forward. Even Igni Siarpang’s fury seemed unable to reach me—my composure remained unshaken.

“Just from listening to your words, I can tell. You’ve already crossed a river from which there is no return.”
[A human? What could a mere human possibly—]

The instant Igni Siarpang let out a scornful laugh and prepared to unleash his fiery breath—

…

A blue light flashed without a sound.

[Wha—]

Igni Siarpang, who had been preparing his breath of flames, froze like a statue, his entire body trembling violently.

[Im, impossible—]

Igni Siarpang couldn’t even finish his words of denial before his neck split open and his massive head crashed to the cavern floor.

Crash—!

Though it was only his head, the sheer weight of it caused the lair’s floor to collapse, exposing the roiling lava beneath.

Igni Siarpang’s severed head, sliced with such pristine cleanness as if by a blade, began to dissolve into the lava—a color that mirrored his own scales perfectly.

“You have no need for reflection.”

I lightly brushed the Heavenly Sword clean—though I couldn’t recall when I had drawn it.

“Die as the trash you are.”

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