The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1243

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Chapter 1243

“Head of House….”

I barely lifted my head, swallowing hard as a dry lump formed in my throat.

“Why are you so surprised?”

Glen Zigheart chuckled softly, observing the vacant expression in my eyes.

“You knew that once we ascended from here, you would assume the role of Head of House in Karun’s stead, didn’t you?”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if questioning why I was so astonished.

“I knew, but….”

I forced myself upright, wiping away the blood smeared across my face.

“Now that the day is actually approaching, it feels rather strange.”

Truthfully, I had been consumed with thoughts of assisting Glen Zigheart’s training rather than assuming a temporary position as Head of House, so hearing those words now struck me as unexpectedly abrupt.

Just as Glen Zigheart had relinquished his title as Head of House and returned to being the swordmaster Glen Zigheart, I too had spent these past two months living as a mere swordmaster, abandoning my role as Master of Gwangpung Hall and the epithet of Sword Emperor—and now I worried whether I could truly fulfill the duties of Head of House.

-Get out! Even if you can’t do it well, get out!

Wrath rushed to my ear, shrieking with a piercing cry.

-I’m sick of being buried underground for two months eating nothing but stale bread! Get out, I’m telling you!

The creature had grown so weary from being confined beneath the earth that he abandoned even his demonic tone, erupting into shrieks.

-Even if you tell me not to go, I’m going anyway, so don’t worry.

I pushed Wrath away, telling him to wait just a little longer.

“You seem troubled.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s certainly not an easy position.”

A subtle smile crossed his face as he recalled the Jade Throne he’d occupied his entire life.

“Depending on the Head of House’s choices, the family can achieve great renown or plummet into ruin.”

Glen said he’d experienced both, then turned his gaze toward me.

“You’ve experienced ruin as well, sir?”

I exhaled sharply. I’d assumed Glen had executed his role as Head of House flawlessly from the beginning, so hearing that he’d once driven the family into ruin caught me off guard.

“Yes. Early in my tenure as Head of House, I made a single misjudgment that led to the complete annihilation of the Haerin Unit. I’d meticulously planned to redirect all of the family’s military forces, but the failure was catastrophic.”

Glen exhaled deeply, as if the regret still weighed on him.

“The Haerin Unit’s destruction sent the Zigheart family’s honor and credibility plummeting overnight. Since it happened immediately after I assumed the position of Head of House, it was utterly devastating.”

His lips trembled slightly as the memories resurfaced.

“So I personally led the military forces and completely eradicated those who’d destroyed the Haerin Unit. Of course, even that didn’t restore the lost honor and trust. But people’s perception shifted, ever so slightly. So I repeated such endeavors endlessly until I lifted the Zigheart name back to the heavens.”

Glen ran his hand through his hair, saying it had been grueling.

“After that, I never let my guard down. I assessed situations thoroughly before mobilizing the military forces. There were still dangerous moments, but thanks to having excellent subordinates, most situations were resolved.”

He gazed at me intently as he spoke of these excellent subordinates.

“The Head of House doesn’t stand alone. You already have remarkable people gathered around you, so no matter what comes, you’ll be able to handle it well.”

Glen smiled gently, encouraging me to trust my subordinates.

“That’s true.”

I nodded, brushing dirt and blood from my clothes.

“I’ve been blessed with people far too good for someone like me.”

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and my friends from the 5th Training Ground—the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall who had come to trust and follow me after I became its master, and all the bonds I’d forged while navigating through this crucible of conflict.
It felt like an extraordinary stroke of fortune that such wonderful people had gathered around someone as lacking as myself.

—Lacking, you say….

Wrath narrowed his eyes to thread-thin slits.

—You still belittle yourself. Though I suppose that’s precisely why you’ve accumulated such power at your age.

He clicked his tongue, remarking that he’d grown accustomed to my humility by now.

‘I’m not belittling myself.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘I genuinely believe it.’

It wasn’t about raw power or mental fortitude—I still felt woefully inadequate in the charisma needed to draw people toward me. The reason such wonderful people had gathered around me now was simply because I was a swordsman of Zigheart.

—Ugh, this fellow really….
‘But….’

I cut off Wrath’s words and rose to my feet.

‘I don’t think I’d be particularly unsuited to becoming Head of House.’

At first, I’d felt some fear, but after Glen’s words made me realize who stood beside me, the position of Head of House no longer terrified me. With all of them at my side, I was confident I could overcome anything.

“I understand.”

I moved my exhausted legs forward toward Glen.

“I will do my utmost to lead Zigheart.”

I bowed deeply, declaring that I would begin immediately.

“I have faith in you. However….”

Glen placed his hand on my shoulder and opened a spatial pouch. From within that dimensional space, a large bottle of liquor emerged into his grasp.

“Just take care of the drinks between grandfather and grandson, then go.”

Glen, having trained for two months straight, said he needed a moment to catch his breath before collapsing onto the Training Ground.

“That sounds good.”

Raon smiled softly and followed Glen back to sit in the Training Ground.

“I have much to discuss as well.”
-Absolutely not! There’s only stale bread for appetizers—what kind of drinking is that?!

Wrath wedged himself between Raon and Glen, glaring fiercely.

-You mad bastards with thorns growing on your tongues!

* * *

Martha stood before the Lake Behind the Annex, turning a small stone over in her hands. She gazed at the tranquil water before hurling the stone with all her strength.

Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-splash!

The flat stone skipped across the lake like the nimble footwork of a master, bouncing repeatedly before embedding itself in the earth on the far shore.

“Huff….”

Martha drew a sharp breath as she watched her own reflection ripple across the disturbed water.

“Why won’t you come out?!”

As if she’d been waiting for someone here for a long time, she turned back toward the Annex Building and ground her teeth audibly.

“At this rate, I won’t even sleep before we have to leave….”
“But I’m here?”

Just as Martha raised her fist with furrowed brows, a sultry woman’s voice rang out sharply near her ear.

“Kyaaah!”

Martha let out a startled shriek, far from her usual fierce demeanor, and stumbled backward toward the lake.

Shhhhhhh!

Yet Martha’s shadow, which had remained in place, slowly rose and transformed into Evelyn’s form.

“Why are you so startled?”

Evelyn laughed softly, insisting it was merely a jest.

“If you pull pranks like that twice more, my heart will stop!”

Martha glared at Evelyn while exhaling white breath from her mouth.

“I wasn’t even lowering my guard, so how did you manage to hide inside my shadow!”

Martha had kept her senses sharp, anticipating that Evelyn might attempt such a trick, yet she couldn’t fathom what method had allowed her to slip into the shadow undetected.

“A secret.”

Evelyn placed her index finger on her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly.

“A secret?”

Martha let out a hollow laugh, utterly exasperated.

“A woman must have secrets to appear mysterious.”

Evelyn shook her head, signaling she would answer no further questions.

“I’m not a woman anyway. Sigh, well, never mind. Is what you asked for complete?”

Martha smacked her lips as if that were the most important matter.

“You speak as though you’ve entrusted me with a task?”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, utterly incredulous.

“When you came to find me, weeping and pleading for me to save Lunan Slion, where was this attitude?”

She wrinkled her nose, remarking how drastically Martha’s demeanor had shifted in less than a month.

“Yes, yes! You said you wouldn’t listen to my requests, so we made a deal!”

Martha’s eyes widened in disbelief at the absurdity of it all.

“Right now, I’m making a perfectly reasonable demand as a party to this transaction! And who said anything about crying and complaining!”

She furrowed her brow at Evelyn, telling her to get her head on straight.

“Fair point.”

Evelyn shrugged, saying she’d momentarily forgotten.

“Sigh.”

Martha raised her hand as if exhausted by the conversation alone.

“Anyway, it’s finished, right? If you opened your mouth without being able to make it….”
“Barely.”

Evelyn offered a faint smile and slipped her hand into her sleeve.

“It was tight, but I managed to finish it just in time.”

From her sleeve, she withdrew a golden bracelet—an odd form where two serpents intertwined, their mouths and tails connected to one another.

“Take it.”

Evelyn extended the serpent bracelet toward Martha, urging her to take it quickly.

“Hmm….”

Martha swallowed dryly as she gazed at the bracelet Evelyn had produced.

“Thank you.”

She nodded with resolve and accepted the bracelet from Evelyn’s hands.

“Don’t mention it. It’s just a transaction, like you said.”

Evelyn shook her head, dismissing such pleasantries as unnecessary.

“Yes. That’s right.”

Martha fidgeted with her bracelet, smacking her lips thoughtfully.

“So that sleepyhead was quite precious to you, wasn’t he?”

Evelyn curled her crimson lips into a thin line.

“He came begging even to someone who dislikes him. I’ll admit, I was a bit surprised.”

She recalled the moment Martha had sought her out, twirling a finger thoughtfully.

“Precious? Nonsense! I simply….”

Martha’s teeth ground together as she glared at Evelyn.

“I can’t stand seeing him lying there like an idiot!”

With that declaration, she stormed away with heavy, indignant steps.

“She’s terrible at lying, that one.”

Evelyn found Martha endearing for the first time, letting out a light laugh.

“I thought that curse was so severe it wouldn’t be resolved before Raon arrived, but….”

She stretched languidly while gazing at the fading dawn mist.

“Perhaps the two of them will manage to resolve it together?”

Evelyn smacked her lips briefly, as if anticipating what might come.

“Well, whether they live or die, they’ll figure it out. As long as Raon remains safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

She entered the Annex Building with a drowsy yawn.

As the door to the Annex Building closed with a soft thud, strange symbols were inscribed above it.

Whoooooosh!

Countless magical formations installed to repel intruders into the Annex Building blended seamlessly with the murky dawn mist, radiating a subtle luminescence like constellations scattered across the sky.

* * *

“We stop here.”

Burren Zigheart halted his steps and turned around.

“Gwangpung, prepare camp for the night.”

He lowered his hand, instructing them to conclude today’s march and begin preparations for rest.

“Yes!”
“Understood!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung, accustomed to camping, began pitching tents and preparing meals.

“Vice-Commander.”

Nobo, the squad leader of the Bi-Yeon Society, approached Burren Zigheart and bowed his head.

“If we continue at this pace, we could reach Budnew Village before dawn. Wouldn’t it be better to press on and rest there instead?”

His slightly furrowed brow suggested he preferred to rest near Budnew Village rather than camp here.

“Under normal circumstances, you’d be right.”

Burren Zigheart calmly turned his gaze, acknowledging that Nobo’s words held merit.

“However, if the Eden Ghosts are waiting at that location and launch a surprise attack, our fatigued swordsmen won’t be able to perform at full strength and could suffer losses. The terrain there is also familiar to them, which would put us at a disadvantage. Since the incident is already resolved, it’s best we move with our forces fully prepared.”

He provided a detailed explanation even to Nobo, who held a relatively minor position.

“Ah, that makes sense. My apologies.”

Nobo gave a small clap, acknowledging that Burren Zigheart’s judgment was sound given the current circumstances.

“No, I understand the Bi-Yeon Society’s urgency to investigate before Eden’s traces disappear.”

Burren Zigheart drew a subtle smile, acknowledging the feelings of both Nobo and the Bi-Yeon Society operatives.

“Thank you for understanding our position.”

Nobo bowed deeply to Burren Zigheart, his gratitude evident in every movement.

“As an apology, we will prepare this evening’s meal for you.”

He announced that the Bi-Yeon Society would handle the Gwangpung Corps’ dinner arrangements, then stepped back.

“There’s no need for that….”

Burren Zigheart waved his hand with a smile, but his gaze caught Lunan Slion walking behind Nobo.

“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion’s complexion had grown noticeably darker than yesterday as he made his way toward the tree in the corner, apparently skipping meals and intending to sleep.

‘Perhaps Martha was right—maybe he shouldn’t sleep at all.’

Seeing Lunan Slion, who could sleep anywhere at any time, transformed into such a wreck, it seemed Martha’s suggestion to forgo sleep entirely might actually be the better option.

‘Of course, that only works if he actually listens.’

Outwardly, I and Martha might seem stubborn, but the person who truly refuses to listen is Lunan Slion. Unless Raon speaks directly, he probably won’t even obey our parents or the Head of House.

‘Sigh, I need to grow stronger faster.’

Strong enough to force him to sleep if necessary.

Burren Zigheart was furrowing his brow and shaking his head when it happened.

“Hey!”

Martha grabbed Lunan Slion’s shoulder as she hurried after him.

“Hm…?”

Lunan turned his weary gaze toward me, as if asking what was happening.

“Don’t fall asleep tonight….”

Martha bared her teeth in a savage grin.

“Play with me.”

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