The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1186

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Chapter 1186

“We’ve arrived.”

I whistled as I gazed at the main gate of Zigheart, which towered like a snow-covered wall.

‘Seeing that gate puts my mind at ease.’

In truth, when I received Glen’s permission to depart, I carried many worries with me. Questions about whether I could truly find the Dragon Lord, and whether I could defeat him even if I did, had wrapped around my mind.

But those concerns and doubts vanished like morning mist after I captured the Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons. Returning to Zigheart felt like a heavy meal finally settling in my stomach—my chest grew light.

“Wow!”

Dorian let out an enthusiastic exclamation upon seeing Zigheart’s castle wall.

“That city gate becomes more magnificent every time I see it. It looks like nothing could ever break through it, no matter who attacked!”

He nodded emphatically, as if the castle wall of Zigheart before his eyes would remain unshaken even against the assault of Derus Robert and the Heavenly Demon.

“What are you talking about?”

I turned to Dorian while gazing at the castle wall.

“That wall already collapsed once.”

I shrugged, recalling how the wall and gate had been breached during the previous attacks by the White Blood Cult, Eden, and the dragons.

“No, no, no….”

Dorian’s mouth fell open as he looked at me.

“I’m not saying I don’t know that! I’m just saying that Zigheart’s wall looks so tall and sturdy!”

Rarely, he furrowed his brow and raised his voice to me.

“Show some sympathy! It’s the family estate of the Lord!”

Dorian clenched his fists, muttering that one shouldn’t simply speak every truth aloud.

“That’s too much.”

Burren Zigheart patted Dorian’s shoulder as he sniffled, shaking his head.

“This time, Raon is definitely at fault.”

He sighed toward me, as if sympathizing with Dorian.

“Though it’s something that didn’t need to be said.”

Martha agreed with Burren’s words and cast a sidelong glance at me.

“No! Don’t listen to them! Raon is completely right!”

Evelyn waved her hand with a bright smile, as if whatever I said was fine.

-This fellow really…

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

-You claimed to have understood emotions, yet now you refuse to empathize even when you know better!

He clicked his tongue, saying I was truly wicked.

‘It’s entertaining, though.’

I chuckled softly and approached the City Gate of Zigheart.

‘Now I can actually perceive people’s emotions to some degree.’

These days, I could sense the lighter emotions of people as they truly were. I knew what answer Dorian was seeking, but I simply didn’t want to give it to him straightforwardly.
I knew what kind of answer Dorian wanted, but I just didn’t want to tell him straight out.

He grew a bit stronger, but his personality became terribly twisted!

Wrath scrunched up the bridge of his nose, saying that his personality had become more irritating than his lack of power.

-A wretch like this needs the True Demon King to teach him a proper lesson with an ice fist!

He exhaled a heavy sigh, saying he couldn’t win in a battle of souls.

-When I recover my full power later, a creature like you will truly….
‘Yes. Do it later.’

I waved lightly to Wrath before standing before the gates of Zigheart.

Creak, creak, creak, creak!

The gates, which seemed absolutely immovable as Dorian had said, opened as if confirming my arrival and that of my companions, and the Chief Steward Iliun walked out.

“When you left, you seemed tense, so I wondered if it was a dangerous mission, but fortunately you’ve returned safely.”

Iliun greeted me with a bright expression, apparently not yet having heard the news about capturing the Dragon Lord.

“And you don’t seem to have any injuries.”

He examined my entire body and nodded, satisfied that there were no wounds.

“Yes. I was fortunate.”

I smiled faintly, saying that things had gone well.

“Why are you always the lucky one? At this point, it’s deception!”

Iliun tilted his chin, telling me to call it skill rather than luck from now on.

“Back then, you were truly just a little runt, but now… ah!”

He was about to speak of old times when he suddenly remembered something and widened his eyes.

“This is no time for that. Go to the Patriarch’s Hall right away!”

Iliun pointed to the Main Mansion, urging me to go to the Patriarch’s Hall immediately. His complexion seemed to turn pale.

“Has something happened to the Head of House?”

I narrowed my eyes as I regarded Iliun.

“We’ll find out once we get there.”

Iliun waved his hand quickly, as if there was no need for him to explain further.

“Hmm….”
“What kind of incident happened this time?”

Burren and Martha exchanged glances with confused expressions, letting out low groans.

“Ugh, I really don’t want to go out again….”

Dorian exhaled a deep sigh, clearly unwilling to accept another mission.

“I’m happy to go wherever you go.”

Evelyn lingered behind me, ready to accept a new mission without hesitation.

-This damned family never has a single peaceful day!

Wrath shook his head in exhaustion.

“Let’s go.”

I gestured for those behind me to depart and headed toward the Main Mansion first.

‘This is definitely different from usual.’

As I approached the Main Mansion, I could feel a cold aura of energy emanating from within the Patriarch’s Hall. Though Iliun’s expression when he opened the door hadn’t seemed particularly troubled, it appeared that a serious incident might have occurred.

‘It seems all the executives of Zigheart have gathered.’

Standing before the Main Mansion, I sensed the presence of Zigheart’s executives assembled in the Audience Chamber. From Karun, Valdemar, and Aris—those of the highest rank—to those who had recently been promoted to executive positions and still possessed weaker auras. It truly seemed as though every executive within the family had been summoned.

‘Their states are not good.’

Anger was radiating from the executives in the Audience Chamber. However, unlike ordinary anger, I could sense weariness, lethargy, and boredom intertwined with it. These were emotions I could discern precisely because I had received the authority of Wrath from Wrath.

‘What on earth is this?’

I bit my lip and entered the Patriarch’s Hall, opening the door to the Audience Chamber.

Creak, creak, creak!

As the Audience Chamber door swung open, I saw the executives standing in neat rows like pillars. The anger and exhaustion I’d sensed from outside crashed over me with vivid intensity.

‘Their expressions aren’t good either.’

Dark circles shadowed the executives’ eyes, and fatigue poured from their complexions like a waterfall. The only person who looked remotely fine was Karun.

-This certainly doesn’t seem like good news.

Wrath sensed the atmosphere of the Audience Chamber and let out a low groan.

‘This might be my imagination, but…’

The direction of their anger seemed to be aimed right at me.

It wasn’t just my imagination. Though the executives were clearly facing forward, I felt their anger pressing toward me.

‘What on earth is… huh?’

As I slowly looked up at the platform, I blinked blankly.

‘Why is Grandfather smiling?’

Unlike the executives weighed down by fatigue and irritation, Glen gazed at me with eyes brimming with vitality, as if he’d returned to twenty years ago. For him, there seemed to be only joy, nothing serious at all.

“Head of House, I greet…”

I was about to kneel before Glen in the center of the Audience Chamber.

“No need!”

Glen lifted his upper body using formless energy, dismissing the need for formalities.

“Yes! You’ve finally come!”

He nodded vigorously, saying he had been waiting for this moment alone.

“Pardon? You were waiting…?”

I blinked blankly at the revelation.

“Twelve hours.”

Sheryl, standing beside Glen Zigheart, released a deep sigh.

“Ever since you sent word this morning that you were returning, he’s been waiting the entire time….”

She murmured that she had endured twelve hours listening to Glen’s leg bouncing in this solemn space.

“Ah….”

I stared out the darkened window where the sun had long since set, my mouth falling open.

‘Since morning?’

I had sent word of my return to Zigheart in the morning, and now it was evening—night had already fallen. My entire body trembled at the realization that everyone had waited for me in this place for twelve hours.

“The bigger problem is they had to wait without even knowing why….”

Aris Zigheart bit her lip as she glared at Glen Zigheart, as if she wanted to strike him.

“Exactly! That was the worst part! It was so boring!”

Valdemar rubbed his eyes vigorously, saying he nearly died from drowsiness.

“Why are we even doing this here?”
“My legs hurt. I’m a Grand Master, and my legs hurt….”
“What on earth was the reason! I knew we were waiting for the Gwangpung Jeonju, but not knowing why nearly drove me mad!”

The executives stared at me pleadingly, desperate for answers. Glen Zigheart hadn’t even mentioned capturing the Dragon Lord, and their gazes radiated both anger and confusion simultaneously.

-This is why everything’s in chaos!

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if finally understanding.

—That stubborn old codger!

He ground his teeth, muttering that the man was utterly impossible to reason with.

“Ah….”

I clutched my head. Capturing the Dragon Lord was undoubtedly important and joyous news, but there was no need for him to go this far. My chest felt heavy with guilt toward the executives.

“Patriarch….”
“Yes! Tell me what happened all this time!”

Glen nodded vigorously, seemingly oblivious to both my thoughts and those of the others around us, urging me to recount the story of how I’d captured the Dragon Lord. The redness in his face and the fervent gleam in his eyes radiated such pride and affection toward me that I couldn’t bring myself to protest.

‘Still, I can’t just let this slide with the executives.’

I need to apologize to them somehow.

The twelve hours of waiting with Glen had been grueling for the executives as well. I thought it would be best to distribute the martial arts texts and swords I’d obtained and apologize for making them wait.

‘Still….’

I smiled faintly as I watched Glen, his ears practically glowing with joy.

‘It feels good to see Grandfather so happy.’

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“…Given how things unfolded, it appears the remaining dragons will align themselves with our Five Emperors.”

I recounted everything that had transpired while meeting the cool gazes of the executives.

As the story progressed, the executives’ anger toward me subsided, and when I reached the part about defeating the Dragon Lord in single combat, waves of astonishment and elation washed over them.

“A monster. To think he took down three Elf Clan leaders and the Dragon Lord single-handedly….”
“If he truly slew the Dragon Lord, then waiting today is the least we can acknowledge!”
“I could wait not just twelve hours, but twelve days.”
“Dragons aren’t neutral anymore—they stand behind us. It’s so reassuring.”
“Now I understand why the chronicles of Gwangpung Jeonju are written. I want to spread this story I heard today too.”

The executives’ anger, which they had directed at me and Glen, dissipated in an instant, replaced instead by fervent exclamations of admiration.

“That’s our nephew! I always believed in you!”

Aris wiped away her exhaustion and raised her hand with a flourish.

“Different indeed! But when will my martial arts scripture be….”

Even in this moment, Valdemar demanded his martial arts scripture, licking his lips.

“The Dragon Lord….”

Karun uncrossed his arms and slowly lifted his eyelids.

“A feat that will be recorded in history.”

He nodded calmly toward me, as if acknowledging that even he could not deny this accomplishment.

“Krhrhrhm!”

Glen, as if he had expected this all along, let out a series of sounds—whether laughter or a cough, none could tell—his face flushed crimson up to his neck.

“This mission was only possible for you. Thank you for succeeding.”

He spoke as though to elevate me further, calling it a task only I could accomplish, and stomped his feet grandly.

“What you have achieved this time will become a lifeline that saves countless lives in the war against Ima. It is a feat beyond expression in any words.”

Glen applauded me, saying I had truly endured hardship. His fingertips trembled as though he wanted to embrace me right then and there.

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”
“Lord Slayer!”
“The epithet ‘Sword Emperor’ is truly fitting!”
“At this rate, I’m certain he’ll become a Sword Saint following the Head of House someday.”

The executives followed Glen’s lead, clapping their hands and cheering for me.

“There is one more thing I wish to share with you all.”

I gestured to Dorian, who stood behind me.

“I obtained weapons and martial arts texts from the Dragon Lord’s Lair, and I would like to distribute them among the executives present here.”

The atmosphere was favorable, so I decided to bring up the treasures and distribute the texts and blades immediately—it seemed like the right moment to make amends. Besides, I couldn’t master everything alone anyway, so sharing them with these executives to strengthen Zigheart itself was far more efficient.

“Yes! Understood!”

Dorian, delighted that his turn had finally come, grinned widely and began pulling out the weapons and martial arts texts obtained from the Dragon Lord’s Lair from his spatial pouch.

“Huh….”
“There are this many weapons and martial arts texts?”
“D-Did the Dragon Lord really collect all these out of inferiority toward the Head of House?”
“There are so many, I don’t know which ones to choose.”
“Forget everything else! Long live Gwangpung Hall!”

The executives marveled at the endless stream of weapons and martial arts texts, and they praised me for giving them the opportunity to claim them, offering their applause once more.

“Phew….”

I exhaled in relief, sensing that the frustration the executives had accumulated over the twelve-hour wait had completely dissipated.
In truth, even if I left them be, they wouldn’t cause me any trouble, but since we were members of the same family, I wanted to continue building goodwill between us.

-Hmph!

Wrath let out a scoff as he looked at me.

-Now you’re finally acting a bit more human. I’ve been saying you were slow.

He nodded, acknowledging that I had become somewhat worth watching.

-But unlike you….

Wrath trembled his lips with disgust as he gazed at Glen standing on the Platform.

-That old geezer has completely lost all sense of moderation! Looking at that expression, he’s definitely not going to sit still!

He squeezed his eyes shut, convinced that Glen would surely bestow some absurd reward.

‘That’s true….’

I swallowed dryly as I watched Glen, whose face had turned red all the way down to his neck.

‘Grandfather doesn’t seem like he’ll stay quiet about this.’

Unable to predict what reward Glen would announce this time, my shoulders trembled slightly.

“To slay the Dragon Lord, align the dragons with the Five Emperors, and bring back such treasures on top of it all! This is an achievement our family will never see again!”

Glen spoke with a trembling voice as if he had read my very thoughts. He then nodded intensely, as though his resolve had crystallized.

“To the Gwangpung Jeonju who has accomplished such feats today….”

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