The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1260

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Chapter 1260

“Follow me….”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard as he looked at Raon.

“W-wait, you don’t mean to attack Eden, do you?”

His eyes widened as though he’d heard something beyond his imagination.

“So you’ve found the location of Eden Headquarters…?”

Martha’s excitement nearly caused her to drop her formal speech before she hastily corrected herself.

“Where is it? Can we go right now?”

She licked her lips eagerly, as if ready to strike Eden immediately.

“E-Eden?”

Dorian’s lips trembled with fear at the mention of Eden’s headquarters.

“Is this really the beginning of war!”

Crain’s eyes gleamed with unexpected anticipation as he placed his hand on his sword, his gaze mirroring Martha’s.

“….”

Lunan Slion reflected on his own impatience from before and said nothing,
As if reflecting on his own impatient behavior, Dun said nothing.
quietly awaiting Raon’s next words.
I waited quietly for Raon’s next words.

“Through the Bearwolf Sorcerer, we’ve figured out Eden’s approximate location.”

Raon swept his cold gaze over the Bearwolf Sorcerer that Sheryl was holding and nodded.

“I have an agreement with the Head of House and the Heavenly Demon, so I cannot wage an all-out war….”

I narrowed my eyes while releasing a chill several times more intense than what I had shown to Gwangpung Hall.

“I must hold accountable those who mishandle their subordinates like vermin.”

I clenched my fists, vowing to exact payment for the sin of releasing Siria Slion and causing the deaths of Zigheart’s people.

“….”

Lunan Slion did not avert his gaze even at the mention of Siria Slion’s name, but lifted his head straight to meet my eyes.

“Well spoken, sir!”

Martha raised her fist just as I did.

“Let’s go right now and smash all those sinister helmets and masks to pieces!”

She stomped her trembling foot on the ground, eager to depart immediately.

“Nachal Unit Commander, please try to stay still….”

Burren Zigheart sighed as he watched blood drip from the bandages wrapped around Martha’s wounds.

“A wound like this heals faster when you move!”

Martha insisted she was fine and stomped her foot even harder. The bandage began to soak crimson as the wound reopened from the two impacts.

“We depart in one week.”

I waved my finger thinly.

“You must repay for your mistakes yourselves, so prepare thoroughly until the expedition. This time, do not waver for any reason whatsoever.”

I returned to the Jade Throne, speaking as I had said before—that I would give them a chance to undo their mistakes.

“Understood!”

Burren Zigheart bowed his head sharply, as if vowing never to make a mistake again.

“Please, believe in us!”
“This time, I will live up to your expectations!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall bowed their waists in unison with Burren Zigheart.

“Heavenly Sword Master.”

I called out to Sheryl and gestured downward with my finger toward the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall.

“Please guide Gwangpung Hall to that location. I still have a few more words to say.”

I nodded, making my request to Sheryl clear.

“Understood.”

Sheryl kicked the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s leg, forcing him to kneel beside the Jade Throne, then descended from the platform. In every gesture and movement, she carried the weight of proper courtesy, as though she regarded me as her true sovereign.

“All of you, follow the Heavenly Sword Master.”

I waved my hand, telling them to go and wait.

“Yes.”
“Yes!”

Burren Zigheart and the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, sensing that I had something else to discuss, lowered their heads and followed Sheryl out of the Audience Chamber.

“Temporary Head of House.”

Lunan Slion stepped forward from among the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and raised her hand.

“Would it be possible for me to speak with the children?”

She gently bit her lip, expressing her desire to converse with the children held in the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s grasp.

“They are all children I met in my dreams.”

Lunan Slion bowed deeply, her head nearly touching the ground, as she made her request.

“….”

I didn’t answer immediately, instead observing Lunan Slion’s trembling shoulders. She seemed far more frightened by the thought of these children nearly dying than by being confronted with her own mistakes and failures.

“Very well, then.”

Since these were children she had met in the Dream World, I sensed this would become an opportunity for her to grow further, so I nodded and granted my permission.

“Thank you.”

Lunan Slion bowed deeply once more before rushing toward the children.

“S-Sister!”
“Big sister….”
“I-I’m sorry. We….”
“We’re so sorry! But we really had no choice!”

The children, knowing they were devices of sorcery meant to lure Lunan Slion into the Dream World, immediately began to apologize with trembling voices upon seeing her.

“No.”

Lunan Slion shook her head firmly.

“I’m the one who should apologize.”

She gently bit her lip, insisting that she was the one who needed to ask for forgiveness.

“When I think about it, you’ve been reaching out to me endlessly in the Dream World.”

Lunan Slion tightened her arms and pulled the surrounding children into her embrace.

“But I was so consumed with my own thoughts that I failed to notice. I’m truly sorry for only understanding now.”

The children had shown her once each that this place wasn’t reality in the Dream World, but she had been so consumed by happiness there that she couldn’t comprehend their desperate pleas for salvation. If her mistake had resulted in their deaths, she would have fallen into despair beyond measure. She felt both grateful and apologetic for receiving such significant help from me once again.
If these children had died because of his mistake, he would have fallen into truly great despair. He felt grateful and sorry at the same time, as it seemed he had received another great help from Raon.

“Hmm…”

Raon stroked his smooth jawline as he watched Lunan Slion holding the children.

“Hmph… my foot!”

Wrath suddenly burst forth before my eyes.

-Stop putting on airs! You think you’ve managed to assume the posture of a king, but from my perspective, you’re still far from it!

He snorted, saying that I was no king at all—I still reeked of a swordsman.

-A true king must carry weight and gravitas, but you’re light as a feather! Whether you need to wear anchors on your legs or a crown upon your head, you must forge the dignity of a king!

Wrath furrowed his brow, insisting that my very aura needed to transform if I were to become a king.

‘He’s right. Compared to the Head of House, I’m still lacking in every way—no weight, no presence. But then why…’

I tilted my head, studying Wrath’s expression.

‘Are you… smiling?’

Despite his stern rebuke about my lack of kingly qualifications, Wrath’s lips curved upward like a gentle spring breeze. It was a smile that seemed to radiate quiet pride.

-That is…

Wrath’s face flushed as he averted his gaze.

-Even I don’t know! In any case, you’re not fit to be a king here!

He shook his head vigorously, as if settling the matter.

-For now, let’s skip this. Later, follow me to the Demon Realm!

Wrath pointed a finger toward me.

-I’ll show you what a true king really is, so stop playing king here and follow me to the Demon Realm!

He moistened his dry lips, insisting that he would teach me the true bearing of a
king.

‘Is that so.’

I watched Wrath’s eyes dart about as if gauging my reaction, and I couldn’t help but smile.

‘Lies really are impossible for him to tell.’

I understood why Wrath had said such a thing, and laughter escaped me naturally.
If I were to translate that creature’s words into human language, it would be: ‘You’re doing the Head of House role far better than expected—it’s ridiculous. Why don’t you just stop being Head of House here and come to the Demon Realm to become a Demon Lord instead!’

‘The Demon Realm….’
-What, what! If you have something to say, just say it!

Wrath wrinkled the bridge of his nose as if pricked by his own lie.

‘No.’

I shook my head while maintaining a faint smile.

‘Regardless of which realm I rule from….’

I watched Lunan Slion converse with the children, a gentle smile on his face, while I ran my fingers along the slightly dented armrest of the Jade Throne.

‘It won’t be easy.’

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“What… what is this….”

Crain swallowed hard as he gazed up at Bekmang Mountain, shrouded in darkness without a trace of light.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be dinner or a conversation?”

His eyes, now filled with confusion and darkness, trembled.

“Why Bekmang Mountain!”
“You still don’t know our lord.”

Dorian shook his head at Crain.

“He said he would offset the rewards and punishments from the incidents that occurred, but do you really think he’d let it go just like that….”

Even as he spoke, Dorian bit his lip, fear evident in his expression at the thought of Raon.

“Sigh….”

I recalled the words I had spoken in Burren’s Audience Chamber and clutched my forehead.

“Not even confirming the enemy’s death? I’m unfit to be a Deputy Master. No—I’m unfit to even be a swordsman of Gwangpung Hall!”

Despite being conscious, I bit my lip harshly, shocked that I had failed to confirm the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s death.

“It’s all because of exhaustion!”

Martha lightly bit her fingernail.

“If I had held on there, I would never have let that bastard live!”

She swung her fist with hands that still hadn’t regained their strength, insisting that had she been conscious, she would have absolutely verified the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s fate.

“….”

Lunan Slion said nothing, his eyes closed.

“Ugh….”

Rather than sleeping as usual, he let out a thin groan, seemingly reflecting on the words I had spoken.

“Is it really training right after returning?”
“And it looks like concentration enhancement training at that….”
“This is driving me insane!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall were sighing heavily while looking up at Bekmang Mountain, apparently believing that concentration enhancement training was about to commence.

“I’m a bit late.”

I emerged from the rear entrance of the Patriarch’s Hall with calm eyes.

“I hope you’ll understand—I was occupied with administrative duties.”

I waved my hand lightly, indicating I had just finished handling the Head of House’s responsibilities.

“U-until now?”

Crain stared blankly at the dark night sky, his eyes blinking slowly.

“The duties of the Head of House are incomparable to those of the previous week. Even wrestling with documents all day long wouldn’t be enough.”

I tapped the ink-stained sleeve of my robe. The faster I processed documents, the more work seemed to pile up—it was frankly absurd.

“W-why would such a busy temporary Head of House come to a place like this….”

Crain lifted his trembling lips, desperately hoping his suspicions were wrong.

“As I said, I still have things to tell you all.”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword along with its scabbard.

“W-why are you drawing your sword if you’re just going to talk?”

Crain waved both hands frantically in protest.

Whoooosh!

I didn’t answer Crain’s question and instead swung the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword.

“W-wait!”

Crain desperately tried to block, but my scabbard was already descending toward the crown of his head.

Crack!

Crain took the scabbard strike directly to his head
and collapsed backward, his eyes rolling white.

“Gaahhh….”

He spat foam from his mouth, clearly blindsided by the unexpected blow.

“I told you that carelessness was a significant mistake among your errors….”

I rested the scabbard on my shoulder, my voice cold and measured.

“You’re being careless again.”

I muttered my disapproval and lifted my chin.

“Ugh….”

Dorian’s eyes were already glistening with tears as he drew his sword, trembling with fear.

“Your hands are shaking.”
“I knew this would happen!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha also recognized my intent and summoned their auras as they raised their blades.

“Sigh….”

Lunan Slion exhaled a breath tinged with cold, as if he had anticipated this situation, keeping Seolhwa at a distance.

“I’m really going to die today….”
“At least he’s returning slowly, so that’s something.”
“Honestly, that doesn’t mean much. Not when the opponent is who it is….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall either offered prayers as if they were about to perish, or squeezed their eyes shut.

“You don’t need to come. I’ll go instead.”

I extended my left foot forward slightly.

“Give it everything you have. Fight as though I’m an enemy you must kill.”

I told them to fight with all their strength and pushed off the ground.

Whoooosh!

I vanished from my position and appeared before Burren Zigheart and Martha. It wasn’t merely folding space—it was a movement technique that seemed to tear through it.

“Hah!”
“Damn, he’s fast!”

Burren Zigheart brought his blade down, wreathed in sharp wind energy, while Martha unleashed swordplay of refined perfection despite her injuries.

Crash!

Raon tore through Burren’s Slashing Wind technique in a single stroke, simultaneously shattering Martha’s exquisitely refined swordsmanship.

Boom!

Burren and Martha, struck by Raon’s counterattack, flew backward in perfect synchrony and crashed their backs against a tree stretching across Bekmang Mountain.

“Careless again.”

I looked down at Burren and Martha with a cold sneer.

“Don’t assume your growth and transformation will work against everyone.”

After offering that single piece of advice, I advanced toward the other swordsmen.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With each movement I made, the sound of wood splintering echoed as the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen fell.
One minute. That was all it took for every Gwangpung Hall swordsman to fall before my blade.

Whoosh.

I stood before Lunan Slion, the last swordsman of Gwangpung Hall, with the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard—wreathed in white smoke—slung across my shoulder.

“I’m coming.”

Lunan surged forward toward me, unfurling her will that had touched transcendence. Following my instruction to fight with full power, she positioned her sword forward and prepared to open the Sword Realm.

“Too slow.”

I stomped my foot and rushed forward. The moment Lunan began to activate the Sword Realm, I swung my scabbard, channeling wind into the strike.

Crash!

Lunan was struck by the scabbard while still in her stance to activate the Sword Realm, sent flying backward to tumble across the ground. Her aura scattered, and the form of the Sword Realm that had just begun to take shape crumbled like a sandcastle.

“The Sword Realm is not omnipotent. Rather, it’s full of openings when you use it.”

I stood over the fallen Lunan Slion on the battlefield, reminding him that one must never let their guard down the moment they step onto the field of war.

“Th-thank you for the instruction.”

Lunan Slion forced his head up, expressing his gratitude.

“Every dawn. After I finish my duties, until the sun rises….”

I approached the fallen swordsmen, twirling the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword.

“I will forge you into swordsmen who will never yield, even before Eden.”

I drove the scabbard into the ground with a savage laugh, like a ravenous beast.

“It will be a very long time.”

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