The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1263

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Chapter 1263

I narrowed my eyes sharply as I passed through the gates of Camelrun, the trading city, my appearance thoroughly disguised.

‘The atmosphere feels different.’

The last time I visited Camelrun, it had felt like a place to rest before reaching my destination. Now, knowing it as Eden’s lair, my hands involuntarily clenched with tension.

“W-what’s so scary about this?”

Dorian, disguised as a merchant in a shaggy-haired wig and dragging the Bearwolf Sorcerer along, trembled as he spoke.

“It feels like they’re about to ambush us suddenly….”

He sniffled nervously, convinced that Eden was hiding somewhere ready to strike.

“That won’t happen.”

I naturally sealed my voice and shook my head calmly.

“Eden has no way of knowing we’re here.”

Siria Slion and the Bearwolf Sorcerer had severed contact with Eden and were acting independently. From Eden’s perspective—an organization devoted solely to restoration and following the Heavenly Demon—those two held little interest. I had suppressed the sorcerous aura emanating from the Bearwolf Sorcerer so it wouldn’t leak, and with the disguises in place, even if an Eden Executive was hiding in this city, they would have no way to identify us.
We’ve suppressed the Bearwolf Sorcerer so thoroughly that even his sorcerous aura doesn’t leak out, and we’ve disguised him as well, so there’s no way an Eden Executive could possibly know he’s hidden here at The Facility.

“It’s not Eden launching a surprise attack—we’re the ones striking them.”

Raon stopped in his tracks and gazed at Dorian with calm eyes.

“Remember that clearly, and make sure to pass it on to others.”

Dorian was now a signal operator connecting himself and the other Gwangpung Hall swordsmen. He nodded, hoping that they would understand the meaning of what he had said and relay that meaning to the others.

“Y-yes, that’s right! I understand!”

Dorian seemed to gain strength and courage from Raon’s words, clenching his fist firmly.

“Bearwolf Sorcerer.”

I called out to the Bearwolf Sorcerer, furrowing my brow.

“Do you have some objection to what I’m saying?”

Seeing the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s expression harden, I pressed down lightly on his shoulder.

“No, no, that’s not it.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer shook his head rapidly.

“I was simply thinking that you’re far too… peculiar.”

He squinted, as if unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

“Peculiar? What do you mean by that?”

I gestured with my chin for him to speak plainly.

“Yes, as you said, this is where Eden’s Headquarters is located.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s trembling lips quivered.

“Not only is the Heavenly Demon the greatest martial artist on the Continent, but among those who follow him are monsters who rival you in strength. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot possibly face them all. I cannot fathom what you’re relying on to remain so composed.”

He exhaled sharply, bewildered by his own intention in leading his subordinates to this place.

“The answer is simple.”

My eyes remained unwavering as I took in the panoramic view of Camelrun below.

“Eden laid hands on Zigheart. If I were to cower in fear because my enemy is strong or numerous, refusing to act, who would follow Zigheart? Even if I, as the temporary Head of House, were to die here, this is something that must be done.”

Eden is no foolish organization. Rather, they are more cunning than anyone when it comes to achieving their objectives.
Such beings could not have failed to recognize that Siria Slion would target Lunan and Zigheart. To allow Zigheart’s suffering to persist was nothing short of abandonment.

“Y-yes! It’s frightening, but we must do what must be done! We are swordsmen of Zigheart!”

Dorian drew courage from Raon’s words, stepping forward with renewed strength. Fear hadn’t entirely vanished, but he’d managed to overcome most of it.

“Ha….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s jaw trembled as though he’d heard something utterly unexpected.
His jaw trembled slightly.

“If someone like you had existed there as well….”

His expression was oddly ambiguous—part anger, part envy.

“Bearwolf Sorcerer.”

Raon turned his gaze toward the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“I have no interest in your circumstances. Tell me the conditions for summoning Eden’s gatekeeper.”

There was undoubtedly a special reason why the Bearwolf Sorcerer followed Siria Slion. But I had little interest in the story of a villain who would disappear once this matter was resolved.

“…I suppose so.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer let out a self-deprecating laugh and nodded.

“The conditions aren’t difficult, but they’re somewhat troublesome. On the night of the full moon, you must go to the Western Wall closest to the desert and perform a ritual. Of course, whoever performs the ritual must be wearing a mask or helmet.”

He gestured dismissively, saying that without wearing an Eden mask or helmet, one could never see the gatekeeper.
He waved his hand, saying I wouldn’t be able to see it.

“For the ritual, you’ll need five gemstones of different colors, five types of fruit, five types of grain, and five types of meat.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer spread his fingers as he explained that five of each item—gemstones, fruits, grains, and meat—were necessary.

“Eh…?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in shock.

“Every time Eden Ghosts enter the headquarters, they have to go through such a complicated process? That… that doesn’t make sense!”

He glared at the Bearwolf Sorcerer suspiciously.

“That’s not it.”

I lowered my hand calmly.

“The Heavenly Demon ordered the Eden Ghosts to cease all activities and focus solely on their cultivation before entering seclusion. In other words, all the original entrances and exits to Eden’s Headquarters have been sealed. The gatekeeper that the Bearwolf Sorcerer must summon…”

I twisted my lips as I observed the Main Street crowded with countless passersby.

“…is guarding a door that never opens under normal circumstances.”

The Heavenly Demon was honoring his promise with Glen by forbidding Eden’s activities altogether. Since Eden had many who followed him like a god, naturally all entrances would be sealed. The door the Bearwolf Sorcerer was trying to open would be one that should never open under ordinary circumstances.

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s nose twitched upward in surprise at how quickly I grasped the situation.

“That gatekeeper is a being akin to a spirit that exists within Eden’s Headquarters. They only engage in riddles if pleased, and open sealed doors. Grains and fruits must have large kernels, jewels must be flawless, and meat must be fresh.”

He furrowed his brow, saying that even summoning the gatekeeper with offerings was difficult, but opening the door was far harder.

“So how were you planning to convince that gatekeeper?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“I-I was planning to make offerings and pass the riddles.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer lowered his reddened face, saying that since there were many talented children, it would have been possible to pass through.

“What a despicable creature…”

Dorian bit his lip as though he wanted to kill the Bearwolf Sorcerer on the spot.

“I-I had no choice. I need to survive too! And y-you should hurry and prepare. The full moon rises in just two days…”

It was when the Bearwolf Sorcerer told me to stop paying attention to him and instead gather what needed to be prepared.

“Preparations are already complete.”

Dorian lifted the cloth bundle as if he’d already prepared everything—five types of fruits, five types of grains, five types of meat, and five types of gems.
All neatly arranged within.

“Huh…?”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer blinked, clearly not expecting all the preparations to be completed so quickly.

“You’re saying you have all of that? And exactly as I specified?”

He questioned in disbelief.

“Of course. They’re all essentials, after all.”

Dorian chuckled as if wondering why there would be any doubt.

“Well, I’ll be…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer tilted his head repeatedly, unable to comprehend either Raon or Dorian.

“Then we need only wait for the full moon to rise. Of course, before that…”

I nodded calmly while observing the cloth bundle Dorian held.

“There are things we must do.”

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White breath escaped Karun’s lips.

White breath bloomed from Karun’s mouth. He stood on the opposite side, holding his sword up with both hands as he gazed coldly at Glen Zigheart.

Ugh!

The moment Karun tilted the tip of his sword, the space before his eyes split in half, and Glen Zigheart’s body, caught in between, warped as if it would be torn apart.

Whoooosh!

But as Glen moved the Jincheon Sword, the grand sword strike that seemed about to cut him down melted away like spring snow.

Huff! Huff!

Karun’s entire body felt drained from that single strike. He drove his sword into the ground, breathing heavily with the scent of blood clinging to his breath.

“Well done.”

Glen Zigheart nodded quietly, his expression showing pride in Karun’s achievement.

“You’ve only been here a short time, yet you’ve already broken through one barrier.”

He applauded Karun’s accomplishment with genuine admiration.

“I still have much to learn.”

Karun shook his head and rose to his feet. Despite his exhaustion, he bit his lip with unwavering determination not to fall.

“I’ve always regretted that you sought to diminish others rather than pursue your own growth. But now it seems you’ve finally discovered your own blade.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with pride at the profound transformation his son had undergone.

“The path of the sword knows no end. If you continue to grow as you are now, you will reach the heights you desire.”

He raised his Divine Sword toward Karun, his gentle tone belying the urgency of his words—to think of the sword with absolute desperation until that moment.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

As Glen Zigheart elevated his momentum with his sword held aloft, a razor-sharp aura shot forth as though he himself had transformed into a blade.

A tremor escaped Karun’s lips.

Karun’s lips quivered as he faced Glen Zigheart.

‘No… this isn’t…’

It feels as though Father hasn’t transformed into a blade—rather, this entire space itself has become a sword capable of killing me!

If Divine Sword Unity was the realm where blade and human became one, then Glen Zigheart now seemed to be merging with the world itself.
Merely by elevating his fighting spirit, the entire space felt like it was challenging him to battle, and a chilling coldness crept across his skin.

“Ugh….”

Karun finally couldn’t withstand Glen’s aura and dropped to one knee. Yet even as he fell, he kept his eyes fixed on Glen.

“Rush too hard and you’ll stumble—better to walk than crawl. Ease up a bit.”

Glen acknowledged Karun’s achievement but advised him to rest as well, a faint smile crossing his face.

“I understand that, sir. However….”

Karun pushed himself upright again. He forced his trembling legs to support him and raised his sword once more.

“I despise losing without giving my all. Even in defeat, I want to stake everything and fall knowing I held nothing back.”

He bit his lip until blood ran, as if recalling Raon, who pressed ever forward.

“Raon, then.”

Glen closed his eyes briefly, envisioning the one Karun had in mind, then opened them again.

“That child is different. Honestly, even if you devoted your entire life to the blade, you wouldn’t catch up to him.”

Given the present circumstances, Glen spoke to Karun with cold clarity about the gap between him and Raon.

“While you pursue the Way, perhaps you should consider the role of Head of House—one only you can fulfill….”

Glen was about to tell Karun to focus on other duties of the Head of House rather than martial mastery.

“I understand that better than anyone, sir. Your words are right a hundred times over.”

Karun nodded calmly, without the slightest flicker of emotion.

“Hmm…?”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise at Karun’s lack of heated response.

“Yet I believe a swordsman who neglects the Way simply because he lacks talent compared to another has no right to be Head of House.”

Karun nodded heavily, insisting that even if his talent fell short of Raon’s, he could not afford to be negligent in his pursuit of the Way.

“And I don’t believe Raon Zigheart would be any less capable as Head of House than I am. If we were to leave….”

He recalled Raon’s face—the one that had always astonished him—and tightened his grip on his sword once more.

“There will be more surprises. I’m certain of it!”

* * *

On a night when a full moon, brighter than the sun itself, hung in the sky.

“Phew….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer meticulously arranged the offerings Dorian had prepared on the ground, sweat dripping down his face as he concentrated on performing the ritual to summon the Gatekeeper.
Only after confirming that the offerings were arranged in perfect symmetry did he exhale and rise to his feet.

“I-it’s all done.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer nodded toward Raon, who watched from behind, indicating that he was now ready to summon the Gatekeeper.

“It l-looks like some kind of magic circle.”

Dorian clicked his tongue as he observed the offerings spaced at intervals as if measured by a ruler.

“B-because Eden’s Gatekeeper is a razor-sharp existence.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer swallowed dryly, speaking of the Gatekeeper as though it were a terrifying entity.

“Honestly, I don’t want to see….”
“If you’re done, summon the Gatekeeper.”

Raon cut off the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s words, tilting his chin arrogantly.

“W-wait! First, there are precautions you need to know about the Gatekeeper!”
“The precautions should be Eden’s concern, not ours. The questioning, the judgment….”

I exhaled a chilling aura as I grasped the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s shoulder and pushed him forward.

“I’ll handle it.”

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