The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152

After leaving the Patriarch’s Hall, I headed straight for the Annex Building. Yua’s hands trembled slightly—she was nervous.

“It’ll be fine. Roen is a good person.”

“Yes, of course.”

Roen was one of the few who treated Sylvia and me without discrimination alongside Denier Zigheart, showing us nothing but courtesy. Since Glen had given his assurance, Roen wouldn’t teach Yua anything like assassination techniques.

‘Still, I should keep an eye on things just in case.’

I decided that when Yua received her first lesson from Roen, I would accompany her to see what she would be learning.

—For a brat like you, that’s surprisingly thoughtful.

‘What?’

—The pineapple girl is my precious handmaiden, so treat her well.

Wrath stroked Yua’s head with a hand formed from cold energy. Of course, Yua felt nothing.

‘Still clueless about his place.’

I clicked my tongue at Wrath. He’d been captivated by Yua’s cooking skills, yet he spoke as if he were the master—the gluttonous Demon King still hadn’t grasped his own position.

“But why are you following along?”

I turned my head toward Dorian, who was trailing after me while munching on sweets.

“Young Master, why are you doing this too? I’m really exhausted today.”

Dorian crumpled the candy wrapper and let out a heavy sigh.

“Everyone pretends not to know me, acts like I don’t even exist, and I only managed to sneak into the exam. Where did my presence go?”

“Then do you want to take the exam now? If I tell Rimer…”

Rimer could be annoyingly reluctant, but his care for the trainees was genuine. He wouldn’t refuse if someone wanted to take the exam.

“No, no, that’s not it!”

Dorian shook his head rapidly—very rapidly.

“It’s already over. Why cause more trouble? I’m just a bit disappointed, that’s all.”

He laughed with a nervous chuckle and scratched his head.

“Then go rest.”

“Wow, that’s cold. We traveled together for over a year, and you’re being too distant, aren’t you?”

“Cold? That’s not it.”

I did feel a twinge of guilt, but going to the Annex Building with this fellow would inevitably exhaust me. It was easier to send him away quickly.

“And even if I wanted to, I can’t go.”

“What?”

“When we were at the Grand Training Grounds earlier, your mother asked me to come along.”

“Ah….”

“So let’s go together! It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper meal at the Annex Building! Yua! Let’s go!”

Dorian grabbed Yua’s hand and dashed eagerly toward the Annex Building.

-Food! The Annex Building’s meals are always decent! Move faster.

Wrath, standing with his arms crossed and striking a cool pose, had drool streaming from his mouth.

“Sigh.”

Watching Wrath drooling and Dorian and Yua running off, I couldn’t help but exhale.

‘Three children, really….’

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I arrived at the front of the Annex Building with the two troublesome ones and Yua. Perhaps because we’d returned so suddenly, a commotion of voices echoed from inside.

I opened the Annex Building door, hearing that familiar and comforting sound once more. Sylvia and Helen, who had been moving busily between the lobby and kitchen, along with the attendants, rushed toward me all at once.

“Raon!”

“Young master!”

“You’re so late!”

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

They examined me from head to toe, checking for injuries and any signs of trouble. Seeing Sylvia and the attendants fussing over me like this, the reality of being home finally sank in.

“I’m home.”

I smiled gently, meeting the eyes of my family filled with concern and joy.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Sylvia clasped her hands together at her chest, trembling slightly as she offered a warm smile.

Has Mother grown as well?

In the past, she would have rushed over immediately and shed tears, but it seemed Sylvia had grown emotionally just as I had grown stronger.

Thank goodness… Wait!

“Raon!”

Just as I was thinking this and offering a gentle smile, Sylvia suddenly rushed toward me.

“You’ve grown so well! How did you become so handsome? Whose son are you!”

She began rubbing her face against mine with the same affectionate manner as always.

“Uh, Mother. Please….”

I bit my lip and sent a desperate plea for help to Helen, but that only made things worse.

“Young Master!”

“Young Master Raon!”

“Welcome home!”

“You’ve become so handsome… sob!”

“Ugh….”

Helen and the other maids burst into tears and rushed toward me, trapping me so I couldn’t move an inch. The only ones standing calmly in the lobby were Judith, Dorian, and Yua.

“Sigh.”

“Hehe….”

“Wow….”

Judith let out a soft sigh before heading into the Kitchen, Dorian found the scene amusing and chuckled behind his hand, while Yua stood awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers.

And Wrath….

-Where is the food?

It was just like any other day.

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I sat at the dining table and glanced around. At the table sat not only Sylvia, Dorian, and Yua, but the handmaidens as well.

The handmaidens had repeatedly declined, but they found themselves seated at Sylvia’s insistence on sharing a meal together after so long.

-Sweet and savory aromas weigh upon this king. Draw your weapon, Raon Zigheart.

Wrath drooled coldly at the sight of the delicious food that filled the dining table.

“I think we should introduce ourselves before eating.”

Sylvia rose from her seat. She smiled warmly at Yua, whose shoulders had tensed in apprehension.

“As you saw earlier, I’m Raon’s mother. My name is Sylvia.”

She introduced herself first so Yua wouldn’t feel burdened.

“Oh, um, I’m Yua. I came from Habun Castle.”

Yua jumped to her feet and bowed repeatedly to Sylvia and the other maids.

“Yes, that’s right. It’s Yua.”

Sylvia gazed at Yua with an unceasing smile, as though she found her utterly adorable.

“Raon. She’s not your daughter, is she?”

“What kind of nonsense is that!”

“Hehe, I was only joking.”

“Ugh….”

I lowered my eyes, my face flushed crimson. I could stand my ground before Glen without hesitation, but Sylvia always left me flustered.

“The food is getting cold. Why don’t we start eating first?”

“Start what?”

“Obviously, I want to hear how you and Dorian have been spending your time this past year. Surely you weren’t planning to just gloss over that?”

“I’ll tell you about it separately….”

“I shall recount our leisurely days, madam!”

Dorian swallowed the pie before him whole and sprang to his feet.

“Dorian….”

“First, we did not head north immediately. To cross the massive Habun Castle, we first needed supplies, so we went to Camelrun….”

I gave him a look to stop, but Dorian, who had done nothing all day, began recounting his journey with an energetic voice.

Sylvia and her attendants gasped with delight each time he spoke of his accomplishments, gripping their hands tightly. When they heard that he had jumped from the castle wall twice to save soldiers, tears glistened in their eyes.

Sylvia looked at me with joyful eyes, but when the story came up about rescuing Yua and the Restaurant Manager from Eden’s grasp, she bit her lip firmly and pulled Yua into an embrace.

“That must have been difficult.”

Her voice was filled with sincerity. It seemed she empathized with Yua’s circumstances—having lost the most precious person to Eden, she had no choice but to come here.

“No, it wasn’t…”

Yua, who had been holding back until now, felt that heart and tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Sob…”

“My lady…”

“Yua…”

The attendants, who knew Sylvia’s story, began shedding tears one by one, and soon the dining table became a sea of weeping.

‘They’ll do well together.’

I smiled faintly as I watched Yua, Sylvia, and the attendants. As expected, my family would be able to embrace Yua warmly.

“Raon. You did really well. And thank you.”

Sylvia, who was holding Yua, smiled at me. It seemed like she was thanking me for living up to the Zigheart name, just as I had promised before.

“Sniff!”

Dorian shed tears alongside us, oblivious to the reason. I couldn’t tell if he was simply tenderhearted or just simple-minded.

Wrath remained unchanged as always.

-Aren’t you going to eat?

He waved his small hand, unable to tear his eyes away from the abundance of food spread before him.

-The food will get cold!

There was one thing that even the Demon King couldn’t grasp about the atmosphere.

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I finished my meal lightly and returned to my room. Sylvia took Yua with her, saying she would sleep together, and I offered the guest room to Dorian, who had nothing to do that day.

-Damn it!

Wrath, who had missed out on the delicious food right before his eyes, exhaled a chill so thick it filled the air.

-It’s been forever since I’ve had food from the Annex Building! And you’re eating it cold! What a waste! What a waste!

‘It tasted good even cold. That’s more than enough.’

-It would have tasted even better if it weren’t cold! You and I truly don’t see eye to eye.

‘I agree with you on that.’

Unlike Wrath, who insisted on savoring everything at its peak flavor, I—having lived a life as an assassin—never concerned myself much with the taste of food. Filling my stomach was all that mattered.

Just as I was thinking what a troublesome fellow he was, I sensed someone standing before the door. Three knocks. It was Judith.

“Come in.”

Judith opened the door silently and knelt on the floor.

“I greet you, Master.”

Before departing for Habun Castle, she had sworn to serve me, which was why she addressed me as her master.

“Has there been any contact from the Central Intelligence Agency?”

“They sent a signal while you were at the Grand Training Grounds.”

Judith nodded slowly.

“They ordered me to find out what you’ve been doing, what you’ve obtained, and how much stronger you’ve become.”

“As expected.”

I let out a soft chuckle. As expected, Karun Zigheart had stepped forward today only to suffer humiliation, and I’d anticipated he would move accordingly.

“What would you suggest we do?”

“Pass along the incidents Dorian mentioned today, exactly as he told them.”

Those stories had been embellished in various ways already, so there was no harm in sharing them with others.

“Has there been any trouble in the Annex Building otherwise?”

“No. Perhaps because of the Rayden Zigheart incident, other factions haven’t made any moves against us. The Central Intelligence Agency also showed no interest for quite some time.”

“I see.”

I smiled with satisfaction. Thanks to my one-sided crushing of Rayden according to plan, attention had shifted away from the Annex Building, and my own prominence had only grown.

“You must have put considerable effort into this. Well done.”

“No, no. It’s all thanks to you, Master.”

Judith swallowed hard and shook her head.

‘He truly is remarkable.’

Before he left a year ago, he had already foreseen this situation and instructed me on how to proceed. Everything had unfolded exactly as he predicted. I merely followed his directions.

At such a young age, his martial prowess was reaching completion, and his already-honed coldness formed the foundation of strategies that seemed almost inhuman. Raon was truly a monster among the Zigheart elite.

“Master, do you happen to know anything about Rimer?”

“Training period?”

“As I thought, you didn’t know about it.”

She began her explanation as if she’d expected this.

“Now that you’ve become a swordmaster, shouldn’t you join one of the family’s military organizations?”

“Right.”

“Before that, there’s a system where you choose an organization and undergo a one-month training period.”

“Ah….”

Now that she mentioned it, I recalled that some trainees had spoken about the training period when the graduation ceremony at the Grand Training Grounds ended.

“Can I go anywhere I want for the training period?”

“Yes. Unlike the selection process, new swordmasters can choose their training placement freely.”

Judith pulled out documents from her bosom as if she’d prepared them in advance.

“I think it would be best if you read through these and make your decision.”

I unfolded the documents she handed me. They contained information about all the organizations belonging to Zigheart—from the direct line’s units to the branch family, external personnel, and even the sword units of vassal families.

With so much information listed—primary duties, personnel count, combat capability levels, and positions within the family—I could grasp how the family operated just from reading this.

“You must have worked hard organizing all this. Thank you.”

I skimmed through the entire document and nodded.

“No, it was only natural.”

Judith lowered her eyes as if it were nothing.

“Hmm.”

I reviewed the documents once more and set them down at the head of the bed.

“Have you made your decision?”

“Yes.”

I gazed at the top of the document and smiled refreshingly.

“I found just the right place.”

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The next morning, before dawn.

I headed to the 5th Training Ground before the sun rose. As I breathed in the cold air of the empty training ground, my spirits lifted. Habun Castle was not bad, but my heart felt at ease only when I stood here.

I drew a deep breath and unfolded the resonance swordsmanship I had wielded most frequently in this training ground. The majestic flow of the technique sent waves of power rippling through the arena.

“If you called that basic swordsmanship, no one would believe you.”

As I finished one cycle of the resonance sword technique, an admiring voice drifted from behind me.

I already knew someone was watching, so I turned my head with an impassive expression.

“I came on a hunch, and sure enough, you’re here. You haven’t changed a bit even after a year.”

Burren Zigheart smiled with a slightly softened expression.

“Though your swordsmanship has reached a different dimension.”

His green eyes gleamed with astonishment at my technique.

-His eyes have changed.

‘Indeed.’

It wasn’t just his aura. The power I sensed from him had grown more solid—the explosive momentum of reaching Expert rank. He too had grown stronger through countless trials.

“I owe you many debts… Ugh!”

“Raon!”

As Burren Zigheart stepped forward, the training ground door burst open violently and Lunan Slion rushed in. Her charge sent Burren Zigheart flying to the side.

“Raon. It’s been a while.”

Lunan nodded with the same fierce gaze as a year ago, unchanged. Yet unlike her eyes, her appearance had matured considerably. Her face bore a coldness that would make strangers hesitate to approach her.

Her martial power had also advanced significantly. An aura blending sharpness and gentleness bloomed like a flower bud above her shoulders.

“This!”

Lunan thrust forward the box she’d been clutching tightly to her chest. It was a bead ice cream box.

I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing that box made me truly feel that I had returned to the family once more.

-Oho! As expected of my first maidservant, the ice cream girl! What are you doing? Eat it quickly!

Wrath rubbed his drowsy eyes and stirred, licking his lips.

“I brought something too.”

I retrieved the box I’d left in the Rest Room and offered it to Lunan. It was an ice cream box with a more refined appearance than hers.

“What is this?”

“A new product I brought from the city.”

“For…me?”

“Yes.”

Since I’ve received so much from them over the years, I figured it was time to repay the favor. I picked this up when I went to the city.

“Ah….”

Lunan Slion’s mouth hung open as he accepted the box, unable to close it. He’d only thought about giving, never about receiving.

“Th-thank you.”

Lunan Slion’s lips curved upward in a thin smile—one I’d rarely seen before.

“You two are still… ugh!”

“Playing house or something?”

Burren Zigheart, who’d been pushed back, approached with an embarrassed expression, only to be crushed to the ground by Martha, who’d vaulted over the wall.

“How old are you to be playing around like that? Huh?”

Martha swept back her ebony hair with a scoff. Though an air of nobility as regal as royalty emanated from her, her crude manner of speech remained unchanged.

‘This woman has grown stronger too.’

Martha’s martial prowess had developed beyond even Burren Zigheart’s or Lunan Slion’s. With no softness whatsoever—only a formidable aura—her personality seemed to have remained exactly as it was.

“I’ve felt it for a while now, but you lot are far too scatterbrained….”

I offered Martha a bead-shaped ice cream as she frowned and muttered under her breath.

“Why are you giving me this….”

“Just eat it.”

“…Ugh.”

Martha’s expression was even worse than when she fought. She fidgeted with her fingers before retreating with a single chocolate ice cream. It looked exactly like watching someone feed a wild animal.

“How is it?”

“It’s, it’s delicious… no, it’s fine.”

She turned away so her expression wouldn’t show, eating the ice cream, but she couldn’t hide how her earlobes had turned slightly red. She clearly loved it.

“Mm. Mm.”

Lunan was also popping a pearl ice cream into his mouth with eyes full of joy.

-Stop fussing over others and eat yourself! You only ate cold food yesterday too!

Wrath flailed his arms wildly, creating a chill. If he stayed still any longer, he looked ready to unleash a tidal wave of cold.

‘Understood. I got it.’

I nodded and looked at the ice cream. As I deliberated over which of the four remaining flavors to choose, Wrath leaped up and pointed at the blue one.

-Mint. Choco. Absolutely mint chocolate!

‘….’

The doubt crept back into my mind once more—could this glutton truly be the Demon King?

‘Sigh….’

I exhaled and popped a mint chocolate into my mouth. As expected, it wasn’t particularly pleasant. It was refreshing, but I couldn’t fathom why anyone would eat this.

-Kuh, I live for this taste….

In contrast, Wrath’s eyes trembled with delight as he grinned like a fool.

“So, have you all decided where you’ll go for your training?”

Burren rose to his feet, brushing dust from his clothes. Despite being pushed around and pinned down, his expression barely changed. His temperament had clearly softened compared to the past. What had grown stronger wasn’t just his combat prowess.

“What kind of question is that? Obviously, I’m going to Father.”

“Me too.”

Martha and Lunan answered simultaneously, still eating their ice cream.

“I figured as much. I’m heading to the Central Intelligence Agency myself. So where are you going?”

At Burren’s question, Lunan and Martha stopped chewing their ice cream and turned their heads.

“I’m….”

“Raon!”

“He’s really here!”

“Hahaha! You haven’t changed a bit.”

Just as I was about to speak, the Training Ground door swung open and a flood of swordsmen poured in. They surrounded me, eager to catch up after all this time, and bombarded me with endless chatter.

I didn’t usually enjoy crowded spaces, but seeing these familiar faces again—witnessing their growth and feeling their genuine warmth—was surprisingly pleasant.

Before long, all the swordsmen of the 5th Training Ground had gathered, clustering around me and trading stories without pause.

Whoooosh!

As I was enjoying this moment, Rimer appeared atop the Training Ground wall, riding a surge of emerald wind.

“Don’t you ever tire? I told you to rest today.”

“We just ended up coming.”

“We had a feeling Raon might show up.”

“And sure enough, he did.”

The trainees chuckled as they watched Rimer shake his head in disapproval.

“Hmm? All forty-three are here. Then let’s wrap this up today. I don’t want to come back tomorrow.”

Rimer counted the trainees and nodded decisively.

“What are you finishing?”

“Deciding which unit you’ll train under. That’s my last task.”

Instead of heading to the Rest Room, he climbed onto the Platform.

“Isn’t that supposed to be submitted as paperwork tomorrow?”

“This is way too careless….”

“Have I ever been careful? And it’s not like you have a choice anyway. Just do it. I won’t assign anything difficult to trainees.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, brushing aside the complaints. He was truly the laziest elf in the world.

“From now on, I’ll call out the units. Raise your hand if you want one. First up: the Sword Unit.”

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket and began calling out the Zigheart units one by one.

“Ugh!”

“He really does whatever he wants.”

“Well, we did decide already.”

The trainees grumbled but raised their hands for their preferred units.

Lunan and Martha joined the Sword Unit as promised, where their fathers served as commanders, while Dorian chose the Supply Unit, which handled provisions.

As more units were called, only Raon and Burren remained.

“Next is the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“Yes!”

The moment the Central Intelligence Agency, headed by Karun Zigheart, was called, Burren immediately raised his hand.

“What? You too, Raon?”

“Huh! Why are you?”

Rimer and Burren widened their eyes as they watched Raon confidently raise his hand.

-The Central Intelligence Agency? That’s where the guy who hates you is. Why would you want to go there?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘Pain that cannot kill me only makes me stronger.’

A deep gleam flickered in my eyes.

I had made my decision the moment I heard the word “training.”

I would go to the Central Intelligence Agency run by Karun, the man who despised me most, and absorb every bit of their training methods.

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