The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1187

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Chapter 1187

“Not long ago, I compiled my recent insights into a martial arts manual.”

Glen forced himself to appear solemn, infusing his gaze with intensity as he lowered his voice slightly.

“I intend to present this tome to the Gwangpung Jeonju, who has achieved unprecedented feats.”

He nodded at me, offering a book containing his own insights as a reward.

“Hmm?”

I widened my eyes upon hearing Glen’s words.

‘This is lighter than I expected.’

I had been wondering what to do if Glen bestowed upon me all the treasures that existed within Zigheart, but the reward turned out to be far more modest than anticipated.

‘Not bad at all.’

Truthfully, artifacts or elixirs would not provide much benefit to my current martial prowess. Not that I would disparage Glen’s insights, but a single book was hardly an onerous reward.

-Huh?

Wrath tilted his chin quizzically.

-What’s gotten into that old geezer? His eyes were burning with such madness that it wouldn’t be strange if he gave away the entire Family.

He blinked his eyes, finding it peculiar.

“Hmm….”
“Isn’t it a bit meager?”
“Right. You slew the Dragon Lord, yet the reward feels surprisingly modest.”
“No, no! It’s a book containing the Head of House’s insights. You can’t obtain it anywhere else!”
“Even so, considering the achievement that altered the course of war itself, it does seem somewhat insufficient.”
“But it’s also true that we have nothing suitable to reward the Gwangpung Jeonju. What could we possibly give to a warrior who has transcended transcendence itself?”

The executives also tilted their heads, thinking Glen’s reward seemed too meager compared to Raon’s accomplishments.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat as if he’d been waiting for those words, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

“As you say, compared to the Gwangpung Jeonju’s accomplishments, it does seem rather modest. Furthermore…”

Unlike his usual demeanor, he declared he would fully reflect the executives’ opinions, licking his lips with satisfaction.

“Upon reflection, the martial scripture I’m to give the Gwangpung Jeonju isn’t meant for others to see—it’s something I’ve written for my own introspection and advancement. Therefore, it would be difficult for him to understand it by reading alone.”

Glen shook his head, saying that even for Raon, comprehending the martial scripture he’d created would be challenging without guidance.

“In that case, it would be better for me to visit him directly and impart instruction until the Gwangpung Jeonju has fully internalized every word of the scripture.”

His raised lips trembled slightly, revealing he’d intended from the start to teach Raon personally.

“The Head of House will teach him directly?”
“And not at the Patriarch’s Training Ground, but by visiting the Annex Building himself?”
“Wow, that’s definitely acceptable!”
“Since the Gwangpung Jeonju killed the Dragon Lord, it’s only natural the Head of House would take action!”
“The Annex Building will become even stronger!”

The executives smiled, now satisfied that this constituted a worthy reward.

“Father’s one-on-one instruction—how enviable! So when will my martial scripture be ready?”

Valdemar twirled his thick fingers, asking only that his own martial scripture be created.

“That does seem to be the appropriate standard…”

Karun also appeared to accept this, closing his eyes while crossing his arms.

‘Grandfather’s instruction…’

I watched Glen’s shoulders tremble with excitement and licked my lips.

‘This is quite a valuable reward.’

Glen still stands far above me as an absolute master of the martial way. Simply by explaining the path he has already walked, I could establish an incredibly grand and towering foundation for myself.

‘However….’

It seems like a reward that Grandfather would appreciate even more than I would.

Glen, before being my grandfather, is the Head of House Zigheart, so he restrains himself from showing too much favoritism toward one side.

But it seemed he was planning to use this reward as a pretext to settle in the Annex Building and spend considerable time with Sia and me.

-Just as I thought, the old man’s a hopeless romantic!

Wrath snorted as if he had known Glen would do something like this.

-I can see it plain as day—he’s planning to stick to you like cheese on toast and never let go!
I’m going to stick to you like cheese and never let go!

He clicked his tongue, muttering that it would grow tedious before long.

-Why didn’t he just say so from the start? Why drag it out like this?

Wrath furrowed his brow, unable to fathom Glen’s intentions.

‘It’s because of me.’

I smiled softly as I met Glen’s affectionate gaze.

‘He seems to want to savor the sight of me being recognized by the other executives.’

Glen clearly orchestrated this plan not to propose it himself, but to witness the executives first acknowledge me and offer greater rewards of their own volition. Feeling the warmth of his heart, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Additionally, I’ll grant you authority to enter Zigheart’s Treasury ten times.”

Glen produced an additional reward for me, as if what he’d offered still fell short.

“Ten entries to the Treasury?”
“Honestly, it wouldn’t be strange to give you the entire Treasury.”
“Since the reward itself is the Head of House’s teachings, that must be supplementary.”

The swordsmen nodded, acknowledging that this was sufficient compensation.

“Hmm! Then, in addition to that, I shall expand the territory of Gwangpung Hall as well.
We’ll expand it to match the current holdings we possess. First, we’ll construct buildings, and simultaneously, grant priority access to information from the Bi-Yeon Society….”

Glen Zigheart continued to enumerate additional rewards, folding his fingers as if still unsatisfied. His eyes began to gleam with an increasingly feverish light.

“Stop!”
-Stop!

Raon and Wrath cried out simultaneously, staring at Glen’s gaping mouth, saliva threatening to spill forth.

“That’s enough!”
-Enough already! You old fool!

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Knock, knock.

Kubara, dressed in an elegant formal robe, rapped her knuckles against the door of the Black Study.

“Enter.”

A calm voice emanated from beyond the polished door, gleaming as if freshly oiled.

“….”

Kubara steadied her breathing for a moment, then pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the study.

“What is it?”

Derus Robert, a beautiful middle-aged man with long silver hair cascading down, lifted his gaze from a book that bore no title, his chin tilting slightly upward.

“I thought I told you not to disturb me unless it was urgent?”

He made no effort to hide his displeasure, as if reading the nameless book was the most important thing in the world.

“My apologies.”

Kubara bowed her head without even wiping away the cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

“However, this is something I must report to you.”

She lifted her steady gaze, insisting this was a matter that could not be ignored.

“You’ve never spoken nonsense before, that much is certain.”

Derus Robert clicked his tongue briefly and turned his attention toward Kubara.

“Speak.”

He closed the nameless book, signaling he would listen properly.

“The signal from Trosour, the leader of the Black Dragon Clan with whom we maintained periodic contact, has gone silent.”

Kubara shook her head, explaining that she could no longer reach Trosour, the Black Dragon’s leader.

“Surely that’s not all?”

Derus Robert’s eyes narrowed to thin slits, demanding more.

“No. To assess the situation, I visited Trosour’s Lair. On the surface, nothing appeared amiss, but…”

Kubara continued, her gaze turning cold.

“There were signs of battle. It appears someone has killed Trosour.”

She nodded, holding up an orb that radiated divine power.

“I also checked on the other clan leaders out of caution, and neither the Red Clan nor the Blue Clan are responding.”

Kubara furrowed her brow, noting that three clan leaders appeared to have died in an impossibly short span of time.

“Based on my assessment…”
“So the Dragon Lord is dead as well.”

Derus Robert pressed his finger down on the nameless book.

“I was aware that Igni Siarpang, Azgoros, and Trosour were hiding the Lord in another dimension. The fact that all three disappeared simultaneously suggests a high probability that the Dragon Lord is also dead.”

From his seated position, he grasped everything with merely limited information, his intelligent eyes gleaming with insight.

“…That’s correct.”

Kubara nodded, confirming that Derus’s assessment was accurate.

“Who was responsible?”

Derus slightly furrowed his brows, unable to discern that far.

“While I cannot properly ascertain whether the Dragon Lord is dead, the person suspected of killing Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan, is…”

Kubara extended a glass orb forward and lowered her head.

“Raon Zigheart.”

She exhaled softly, explaining that Raon Zigheart’s aura remained around Trosour’s Lair.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Derus drew a thin smile.

“Him again.”

He nodded calmly despite the mention of Raon’s name.

“The Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons were crucial forces to face the Transcendents in the final war. What a shame.”

Even as he spoke of grave matters, his expression remained composed.

“Where did the information leak from?”

Derus furrowed his brow, questioning how I had slain the clan leaders and set out to find the Dragon Lord.

“I shall investigate at once.”

Kubara bowed her head, saying she would gather information about Zigheart.

“No, there’s something more important.”

Derus raised his hand to stop Kubara as she turned to leave the Study.

“If the Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons are gone, the outcome of the war could change. Rather than wasting time gathering information about Raon, collect more sacrifices instead.”

He clenched his fist, emphasizing that sacrifices were more important now.

“It no longer matters if we’re exposed. Drain as much divine power as possible from the humans.”

Derus shook his head, saying he would handle Raon himself.

“Understood.”

Kubara bowed deeply and left the Study, ready to move immediately.

“Raon Zigheart.”

The moment Kubara left, Derus slammed his fist onto the desk. Unlike moments before, his eyes now blazed with murderous intent that seemed ready to explode.

“Should I kill him right now? I could end him this very moment if I wished.”

Derus stared at the desk—now reduced to dust without a trace—and gnawed at his lips.

“No. He must survive to complete that task for me.”

He smiled coldly as blood trickled down from inside his black leather gloves.

“It won’t be long now….”

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-What?

Wrath’s eyes widened in shock.

-What did you just say?

He tilted his head, clearly bewildered.

“Derus Robert would know that the clan leaders are dead and that the Dragon Lord is dead.”

I removed my clothes and draped them aside, nodding toward Wrath.

-That doesn’t make sense….

Wrath furrowed his brow, noting that it hadn’t even been a week since the Dragon Lord’s death.

-Isn’t that far too fast!

He shook his head, insisting that no matter how special Derus was, he couldn’t accomplish that.

“No, he would know. That’s the kind of man he is.”

I laughed as if I understood every facet of Derus Robert’s nature.

-Then the ambush will also fail….
“That’s different.”

I shook my hand firmly.

“Derus will be furious, but he’ll focus on devising new plans to restore his lost forces. In other words, his attention will be divided elsewhere, making it even easier to target him.”

I clenched my fist, saying we must seize that opportunity.

-Ha….

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if he found it absurd.

—Both you and he are truly strange creatures.

He shook his head, unable to comprehend either myself or Derus Robert.

“Of course, Evelyn, the Bi-Yeon Society, and the Black Market will need to move properly.”

If it were Evelyn, she could even locate Derus Robert’s position based on the black ledger the Dragon Lord left behind. I couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity to drive a blade into that man’s heart after so long.

“I also….”
“Don’t worry!”

Just as I was about to continue speaking, the eyes of the doll standing in the room flashed with violet light, and Evelyn’s voice burst forth.

“Gasp!”
—Kyaaaaaaah!

Both Wrath and I shrieked at Evelyn’s sudden appearance.

“Just trust me!”

The doll possessed by Evelyn left those words behind, and her light dimmed as if she had vanished.

—Ugh….

Wrath tapped the doll repeatedly and pressed his lips tightly together.

—That’s… that’s a real pervert we can’t associate with!

He swallowed hard, realizing he’d been under observation through the doll.

‘Right. Now she’s gone beyond animals and into inanimate objects….’

I pressed my hand against my heaving chest and let out a sigh.

‘Even when I’m alone, it’s better to speak only in my mind.’

Since I didn’t know where Evelyn might be watching from, it seemed best to always communicate with Wrath only through my thoughts.

‘My chest still aches. I should relax my guard by tasting something good.’

I lowered my hand, telling myself I needed to calm the tension that Evelyn had stirred in my heart.

-Master, you’re tasting something delicious? The True Demon King wants to eat too!

Wrath asked what I had prepared, smacking his lips eagerly.

‘You’ll like it too.’

I smiled faintly and opened my hand.

[You have slain the Dragon Lord!]
[You have deceived 【Jealousy】!]
[You have achieved a great Achievement!]
[All stat points increase by 100.]
[New trait…]

I summoned the rewards I had received after killing the Dragon Lord but had not properly examined.

-Ugh!

Wrath screamed in shock, staring at the reward messages that suddenly appeared before his eyes.

-Master, you said we were tasting something delicious, so why are you suddenly summoning that?!
‘I never said food. And this is definitely good.’

I savored the rewards filling my vision, licking my lips slowly.

‘It’s an incredibly sweet reward.’
-Stop teasing me! After the Mad Woman, my heart is truly going to burst!

Wrath cursed, begging me to just leave him alone.

‘You don’t even have a heart right now.’

I tilted my head, looking at Wrath’s faint spirit form.

-That’s exactly what I mean when I say my heart is bursting!

You’re colder than the Demon Lords themselves, you human!

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