The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1242

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Chapter 1242

“The Heavenly Demon and Eden themselves did not move.”

Burren Zigheart spoke with his hands clasped behind his back, his chin tilted thoughtfully.

“According to the Patriarch’s Hall, it was the work of a handful of rogue spirits that escaped the Heavenly Demon’s control.”

He explained the current situation with a calm, measured tone, his assessment coldly rational.

“Since the witnesses were ordinary people, they could not accurately identify what helmets or masks those creatures wore. This mission is to investigate Budnew Village alongside the Bi-Yeon Society’s agents to determine their true identities.”

Burren’s voice carried an overwhelming authority that commanded the room. He had already cultivated the dignity befitting one who could lead an entire faction.

“However, there remains the possibility that Eden is backing them, so prepare thoroughly to be ready for any scenario.”

Burren raised his clenched fist firmly to his chest, declaring that he must be capable of defeating Eden anywhere, at any time.

“Yes, sir!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall swallowed hard at Burren’s grave aura, their voices rising in unison.

“We depart at dawn tomorrow.”

Burren lowered his hand and gazed slowly toward the sky where the sun was descending.

“As I mentioned, our primary duty is to escort the Bi-Yeon Society’s agents, so complete all necessary preparations and gather before the Main Mansion by dawn tomorrow.”

He moved to the edge of the platform and waved his hand, signaling the dismissal.

“Yes, sir!”

The swordsmen bowed their heads respectfully to Burren Zigheart, who now stood in the position of Gwangpung Hall’s commander in Raon’s stead.

“Damn those Eden bastards! They dared attack a village under our jurisdiction!”
“We have to find them and smash those ridiculous helmets to pieces.”
“That’s right! We’ll plant the Zigheart flag on their helmets!”
“Let them feel the terror of Zigheart!”
“The Heavenly Demon doesn’t seem like much? They can’t even control their own subordinates!”
“Exactly. They’ve openly revealed their lack of control.”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall hurried toward the Dormitory to gather their belongings, spewing curses at the Heavenly Demon and Eden. Their fists clenched as they radiated fierce determination to teach them a proper lesson.

“I asked for something interesting, but….”

Martha watched Burren standing on the Platform, her lips pressing together slightly.

“I didn’t want to hear that an entire village was annihilated.”

She exhaled a sigh as old memories surfaced.

“I don’t bring you missions just for entertainment.”

Burren clicked his tongue at Martha and descended from the Platform.

“Whether they’re trying to provoke us or not, I heard there weren’t even any corpses left intact.”

His brow furrowed with sorrow for those who had died in Budnew Village.

“Those filthy insects!”

Martha’s anger surged at Burren’s words, and she stamped her foot forcefully. The entire 5th Training Ground trembled from the aura she unleashed.

“N-not even a single corpse left behind….”

Dorian initially trembled with fear, but upon learning the severity of what had befallen the people of Budnew Village, he gnashed his teeth so hard they creaked, his emotions pouring out.

“Yes! That’s it! Channel that rage!”

Crain patted Dorian’s shoulder repeatedly, urging him to direct that fury at those Eden bastards.

“The masks… they claim not to know…?”

Lunan approached Burren and exhaled a cold breath.

“Y-yes.”

Burren nodded awkwardly while meeting Lunan’s icy gaze.

“As I mentioned, all the witnesses were ordinary people who only saw the figure from a distance, so they couldn’t identify the type of mask or helmet. However, judging by the fact that the martial artists standing guard couldn’t even leave a signal before being taken down, it seems the attacker is quite powerful.”

He relayed everything he had learned from the report that came down from the Patriarch’s Hall and from Karun’s account.

“I understand….”

Lunan nodded with a corpse-like expression before stepping back. Her face was naturally pale, but now it was ashen—as if she had never seen sunlight since birth.

“L-Lunan.”

Burren swallowed dryly as he called out to her.

“Are you sure you’re alright? If you’re not feeling well, maybe you should sit out this mission….”

He reached out, concerned by her deteriorating condition.

“I’m fine….”

Lunan shook her head calmly.

“I’m… perfectly fine…. No, I’m more at ease than ever….”

Despite her visibly unhealthy complexion and tone, she slowly lifted her face, insisting she was fine. As her hair fell to the side, her eyes became visible—darkened to a pitch black, like those of the dead.

“Ah….”

Burren Zigheart looked at Lunan Slion’s face and his jaw trembled slightly. While he had seen dark circles under people’s eyes from exhaustion before, he was taken aback to see the eye sockets themselves darkened to such an extent for the first time.

I’m going too.

Lunan Slion said he was fine and gripped Seolhwa’s sword hilt. If she said she would leave him behind here, he looked ready to draw his blade. Strangely, though his physical condition appeared to be at its worst, his martial power seemed to have actually increased compared to when he fought Martha before.

“But….”
“Let her go.”

As Burren moved to stop Lunan anyway, Martha stepped forward.

“She’s far more stubborn than she looks. And….”

Martha gazed at Lunan’s clouded eyes and bit her lip slightly.

“If we keep her here like this, she really might collapse.”

She thought it would be better to let her outside for some fresh air instead, and clicked her tongue in agreement with herself.

“That’s true enough….”

Burren nodded heavily. If they left Lunan alone here as Martha said, something truly serious might happen.

“Hey.”

Martha waved her hand toward Lunan.

“Go pack your things quickly. And….”

She leaned her upper body forward with her hand on her waist.

“Stop sleeping so much. I think it’s better if you don’t sleep at all.”

Martha frowned as she told her not to sleep.

“….”

Despite her distorted expression, Lunan gazed intently at Martha’s face, where concern was unmistakably etched beneath the surface.

“I understand….”

Unlike Martha’s earnest tone, she gave a half-hearted nod, turned her back, and left the Training Ground.

“Lunan seems more serious than I thought….”

Burren gnawed at his lips while watching Lunan’s back.

“Y-yes. I haven’t seen Lunan’s face in a long time, but I never thought it would be damaged like that….”

Crain scratched his cheek rapidly as if frightened.

“N-no, the face isn’t the problem. His mind right now is far too….”

Dorian said that Lunan’s heart was broken far more severely than his face, his jaw trembling.

“I-I think this can only be resolved if Raon appears.”

He exhaled roughly, uncertain of what to do.

“No!”

Martha shook her head firmly.

“How can we wait not knowing when Raon will appear? And from now on, we need to learn how to resolve things without Raon!”

She told him to stop relying on Raon and placed her hand on her sword.

“I’ll handle this one! That guy is….”

Martha stared at the Training Ground’s door, which had turned pale and frozen after Lunan left, her lips pressed tightly together.

“My friend.”

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“Sigh….”

Lunan Slion entered the room of the Main Residence and let out a low breath. She was about to lie down on the bed as usual when she paused for a moment.

“Don’t sleep…?”

Martha had told herself not to sleep this time, wearing an angry expression. I couldn’t understand what her intention was.

“Why…?”

Lunan walked with sluggish steps toward the vanity in front of the bed. The lights were off, but since the sun hadn’t set yet, there was no problem seeing her reflection in the mirror.

“Why on earth…?”

The Lunan reflected in the mirror had skin as pale as a corpse, with dark circles under her eyes and on her eyelids, and her lips were ashen gray.
Her face looked closer to death than an old man over a hundred years old, yet she seemed not to notice anything strange and tilted her head curiously.

“It looks better than usual…?”

Lunan said her skin looked even better than before and smoothed her rough cheeks with both hands.

“Right. I really do need to get some sleep….”

She nodded as if Martha’s advice wasn’t correct and headed back to the bed.

“Sigh….”

Lunan carelessly tossed aside the beloved sword Seolhwa that she always carried with her, and threw herself onto the bed.
As always, the moment her head touched the pillow, she sank into a dream world different from reality.

“Mmm….”

As Lunan slowly opened her eyes, she saw a fountain ornately decorated with several statues. She approached the fountain and gazed at her reflection once more.

Skin as soft and fluffy as a baby’s yet luminous as white jade, eyes without a single blemish, and lips as red as a ripe apple. Her face was so beautiful that even she couldn’t help but admire it.

“Yes.”

Lunan curled her lips into a gentle smile. In this world, unlike reality, she displayed a more beautiful smile than anyone else.

“This is fine after all….”

It was when Lunan nodded with satisfaction while gazing at her face and smile.

“Lunan!”

Raon from the dream world came running out from behind the lake.

“Raon….”

Contrary to reality, Lunan drew a fresh smile and waved his hand toward me.

“We’re almost there.”

I crossed the Lake and approached Lunan.

“Almost where…?”

Lunan tilted his head, not understanding my words.

“To the day we meet in reality!”

I grasped both of Lunan’s hands firmly, telling him that we would meet soon not just in this dream, but in reality as well.

“Are you coming out of seclusion…?”

Lunan nodded his head with a pleased smile.

“…”

I didn’t answer his question about seclusion and instead spread my arms wide, pulling Lunan into my embrace.

“I will never let you go again.”
“Ah, yes….”

Lunan nodded awkwardly, his face flushed.

“Never again.”

I repeated the word “again” coldly, as if once was not enough.

Shhhhhhh—

Hidden from Lunan’s sight, my face twisted into an expression that was chillingly damp and sinister.

* * *

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Red droplets of blood trickled down Glen Zigheart’s sleeve one by one. He lifted his left hand, gazing at the small wound etched across the back of his hand.

“Hmm.”

The wound was so minor that it would vanish at the mere touch of his finger, yet he let out a low exclamation of surprise as he examined it.

“Even with my power restrained in this Training Ground, I have not let my guard down.”

Glen Zigheart curled his lips upward in a thin smile and nodded.

“Impressive.”

He added words of admiration and clapped his hands together, the one still bleeding.

“Huff… huff…”

Yet the one receiving that praise lay sprawled across the Training Ground, breathing heavily with blood-tinged gasps.

“Th-thank you…”

Raon barely managed to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Glen Zigheart. Blood streamed from every part of his body, and he gasped for breath like a man on death’s door, his stamina and mental fortitude utterly depleted.

“But there is still more… ugh!”

Raon attempted to rise again but lacked the strength, collapsing forward instead. Blood pooled beneath him, soaking the sand of the Training Ground.

“Relentless.”

Glen Zigheart let out a hollow laugh, observing how Raon’s fingers still gripped his sword. The word “relentless” seemed to have been created solely for his grandson.

“I… I still have not shown you everything…”

Raon spoke of having more to offer, blinking his eyes. Yet despite his words, he had exhausted every ounce of strength and could not move further.

“When you first came here, you said you wished to be of help to me.”

Glen Zigheart gazed at the wound on his hand that would not stop bleeding and nodded calmly.

“Your fighting spirit has been… no, sparring with you has been of immense help to me. Thanks to you, I have surpassed my peak strength. No, I have transcended even that.”

He shook the blood from the back of his hand, declaring that he had obtained far more than what he had originally sought.

“I can defeat even the Heavenly Demon with ease.”

Glen Zigheart let out a composed laugh, brimming with confidence.

“Then….”
“Ascend.”

He pointed upward with his finger, watching Raon writhe with anticipation.

“Now is the time for you to stand above the Head of House.”

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