The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 189

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Chapter 189

I followed Roen’s guidance into the Audience Chamber, where he had been waiting in front of the Patriarch’s Hall. However.

‘Is he really planning to give me a gift?’

Glen Zigheart, the master of this vast chamber, seemed displeased with the situation—his mouth twisted into a grimace. His aura was heavier than usual, making it difficult to breathe.

-It looks less like a gift and more like he’s about to unleash a torrent of curses.

Wrath chuckled as he gazed up at Glen Zigheart.

“Hmm.”

As I knelt before Glen Zigheart alongside the Gwangpung Unit member, his jaw clenched slightly.

“Gwangpung Vice-Commander.”

“Yes, sir!”

Without hesitation, I answered with my head slightly lowered.

“Tell me in your own words what happened in Porban City.”

“Understood. When I first arrived in Porban, the people I met were Morel, a mage from the Valkar Kingdom, and Salamander. After making a small wager with them….”

“A wager?”

“It was a light sparring match.”

“Did you win?”

The moment the question left his lips, the atmosphere in the room grew heavier. If I had said I lost, it felt as though all the air would vanish from this space.

“Yes. I won, so I made Salamander my servant during the mission.”

“A servant, you say. Excellent.”

The moment Glen spoke his approval, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated in an instant. Though he appeared detached from worldly concerns, he clearly cared deeply about competition among the Six Emperors.

“Continue with your report.”

“Yes. After that, I went to see Mayor Ouist and….”

With the atmosphere now lighter, I recounted everything that had transpired in Porban City. Glen paused briefly when I mentioned gathering information at the Gambling House, but he let the rest pass without comment.

“…And so the 10th Apostle departed, taking the wounded 7th Apostle with him.”

“Were there any casualties?”

“Martha and I sustained internal injuries, and there were a few minor wounds among the others, but everyone has since fully recovered.”

“Hmm….”

After hearing the full account, Roen let out an admiring breath.

“Hmm.”

Glen gave a slight nod without any change in his expression.

‘His reaction is far too indifferent.’

-Did I not tell you? For one such as myself or your Patriarch, such matters are trivial.

‘I know that already.’

Wrath, having regained his vigor after indulging in food and ice cream to his heart’s content, interjected annoyingly throughout the conversation.

“You’ve done well.”

However, contrary to Wrath’s expectations, the first words from Glen’s mouth were praise.

“As an Inspector taking on your first mission, you must have been nervous about fulfilling your responsibilities, yet you performed admirably. I was particularly impressed by how you relegated Valcar to a supporting role.”

“No, that’s not it!”

“It was simply what had to be done!”

The members of the Gwangpung Unit shook their heads in bewilderment at Glen’s words, which contrasted sharply with the sharp atmosphere of the Audience Chamber.

“Clashing directly with Oma without losing a single member is worthy of praise. All the more so when it’s a rookie Inspector on their first mission.”

“Th-thank you so much!”

The Inspectors trembled with emotion at receiving praise from Glen. Compliments from the Northern Destruction King were exceedingly rare, and all their eyes shone with genuine moved hearts.

“Which is why what comes next is crucial.”

Glen slowly rose from the jade throne. A formidable aura of energy rippled outward in an instant, as though the very mountain itself had begun to move.

“Those who remain ignorant of your existence will continue to dismiss and provoke you as they have until now. But those who learn of you through this incident will seek to verify whether your strength is genuine.”

I nodded in agreement.

‘He’s right.’

Just as Glen said, those who hadn’t heard the rumors would dismiss and provoke us like Valcar had done, while those who had heard would test whether we truly possessed the strength to defeat the White Blood Cult. This meant things would become far more dangerous and troublesome than before.

“What you’ll need then is unity and power. Your cohesion, forged together since your training days, rivals that of any other group, but in terms of raw strength, you are decidedly lacking.”

With those words, Glen flicked his left fingers. The Audience Chamber rang out with a crisp sound as the floor trembled as if it were collapsing.

Boom!

Golden flames spiraled upward from the trembling floor of the Audience Chamber, burning with brilliant intensity.

Whoosh!

As the towering pillar of fire subsided, an enormous circular bookshelf emerged—so vast it was difficult to take in at a single glance. Hundreds of compartments were packed densely with books of every conceivable kind.

“This is… that one from back then…”

I swallowed hard. It was the very same bookshelf from which I had obtained the Manual of Creation long ago.

“Th-the Library of Enlightenment!”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened as he gazed up at the bookshelves.

“To witness it with my own eyes….”

He clutched his chest as if overwhelmed with emotion, his breath catching.

“Incredible….”

“I never thought I’d see the Library of Enlightenment with these eyes….”

“It feels like a dream.”

The other Gwangpung Unit members gasped in awe as they beheld the bookshelves. It appeared the shelves themselves bore the name Library of Enlightenment.

“This is my reward to you for your achievements in your first mission—subduing Valcar and vanquishing the White Blood Sect. Place your hands upon the center of the library, and each of you shall take a martial tome suited to your nature.”

“Th-thank you!”

“We are honored!”

The Gwangpung Unit members knelt once more, bowing their heads.

“Enough with the formalities. Begin at once.”

“Yes.”

I nodded and looked toward Burren Zigheart. Understanding my intent, he stepped forward eagerly, his face flushed with excitement as he placed his hand upon the center of the bookshelves.

Whoooosh!

The bookshelf vibrated and rotated, and a single book slowly descended from its middle.

“Ah!”

Burren raised his trembling hands to catch the book, his eyes gleaming with light. Glancing at the title over his shoulder, it read “Body Refinement Technique.” From the name alone, it seemed to be a martial manual focused on cultivating the body itself.

‘This is exactly what I was lacking.’

Since Burren possessed a unique swordsmanship called Saksoon, this martial manual on how to use his body more effectively seemed designed to help him master that technique even better.

‘It truly does provide exactly what one needs.’

Just as it had been during the Manywa Hall incident, this library seemed to manifest the most necessary martial knowledge for whoever raised their hand. Whatever magic, formations, and techniques were employed, it could only be the work of a divine craftsman.

“Excellent.”

I turned around at the cheerful voice. Rimer was nodding with satisfied eyes.

‘His mood has improved.’

Just moments ago he was lamenting his lack of funds, yet now he was delighted to see his disciples receiving rewards.

‘If only he would stop gambling, he’d be quite decent.’

My conviction in caring for my disciples is unwavering, yet the moment money and gambling enter the picture, people reveal their ugliness. It seems I’ll need to launch an anti-gambling campaign soon.

“Lunan.”

“Yes.”

I sent Lunan forward next. She demonstrated swordsmanship that allowed her to wield her water-attribute aura with greater brilliance and sharpness.

Martha received a stepping technique imbued with formidable and destructive power that suited her perfectly.

Dorian obtained a stepping manual focused primarily on evasion, along with a single sheet of paper that oddly contained not martial techniques, but rather methods for storing and managing supplies more efficiently.

Thus, the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit each took their respective books, and finally it was my turn.

‘What will emerge?’

I licked my lips while gazing at the bookshelf.

‘A stepping technique would be ideal.’

I still had much to learn regarding swordsmanship, and the ring of fire was sufficient for controlling my body. Since the Taewhwa Step was incomplete, what I needed most now was a stepping technique to master after the Garam Step.

Hoping for an appropriate stepping technique, I placed my hand at the center of the bookshelf.

Whirrrrr!

The Library of Enlightenment vibrated and rotated more than twice as violently as it had for the other swordsmen. Yet no matter how much it spun, no book fell.

“Huh?”

I tilted my head in confusion and placed my hand back on the bookshelf, but it remained completely immobile. There was no vibration now, no rotation—it simply stood still.

“How is this… possible?”

Bewildered, I glanced at Glen Zigheart, but his expression remained composed.

“It appears the martial knowledge you need at this moment is not contained here.”

“Is such a thing possible?”

“The bookshelf seems displeased with you.”

“I see…”

I raised my hand once more, but the bookshelf gave no response whatsoever.

“It seems we’ve reached our limit for today.”

Glen Zigheart snapped his fingers, and golden flames erupted once more as the Library of Enlightenment sank beneath the earth.

“M-Master…”

Just as I was wallowing in disappointment, Martha trembled and raised her hand hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“We survived this mission thanks to Raon. Even if I return this technique book I received, I hope you’ll provide him with a different reward.”

She endured the overwhelming pressure of Glen’s gaze and finished speaking her piece.

“Martha?”

I narrowed my eyes. If it were Burren, perhaps. But I never expected such words from her mouth. It was more surprising than a book not emerging from a bookshelf.

“Ugh….”

Martha didn’t even look at me, keeping her gaze fixed on Glen as she bit her lip until it bled.

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“We’re here because of Raon, so if he doesn’t receive a reward, we’ll return these books as well.”

Burren, Lunan, and the other swordmasters approached Martha’s side and held out the books they had just received.

“You’re under a grave misunderstanding.”

Glen quietly observed them, then clasped his hands behind his back and stood at the edge of the platform.

“Pardon?”

“Not receiving a book from the archive doesn’t mean the end. I will provide the Gwangpung Unit Master with a different form of reward soon, so you needn’t worry.”

‘As expected.’

I nodded. While it was disappointing not to receive a martial technique, Glen was the type of person who believed in fair and certain rewards. It might take some time, but he would undoubtedly compensate me in another way.

“Ah, thank you so much! I… I apologize for overstepping.”

Martha’s face flushed as she retrieved the book.

“Now, off you go.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively.

“Thank you for the gifts to the unit members.”

I bowed deeply to Glen before straightening. I glanced at Rimer, but he smiled faintly as if urging me to leave first.

“Then I shall take my leave.”

I nodded and led the Gwangpung Unit out of the Audience Chamber.

Boom!

The Audience Chamber doors closed, and now only Glen, Roen, and Rimer remained in the Patriarch’s Hall.

“How to put it… the Gwangpung Unit doesn’t seem like a newly formed organization.”

Roen smiled slightly.

“It’s heartwarming to see you all caring for one another.”

“I never thought I’d hear Martha telling Raon to look after himself.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, watching the door through which everyone had departed.

“Young Master Raon didn’t receive a reward, yet he shows no regret and sends congratulations to everyone. Seeing such magnanimity, I’m convinced his character truly stands apart.”

“Ahem, well, that’s true enough.”

The moment he heard the praise, his tightly pursed lips softened into a gentle smile, and he cleared his throat.

“And who do you think is responsible for that?”

Rimer stepped beside Roen with a broad grin.

“It’s only possible because I’m holding everything together at the center!”

He chuckled and pointed at himself with his finger.

“Yes, you’ve done well.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Rimer.

“Don’t mention it. This mission was truly accomplished by those young ones.”

Rimer shook his head. When praising the children, he boasted of himself; when praised himself, he credited the children. Truly, he was a peculiar man.

“What level was the 10th Apostle?”

“He had crossed the second wall. We didn’t fight properly, so I can’t say for certain, but he’s definitely a Grand Master.”

“I see.”

Even hearing the word Grand Master, Glen Zigheart’s expression remained unmoved.

“I should have killed him when I first saw him.”

“That was unavoidable. The White Blood Sect Master and Eden’s leader were both there together.”

Rimer shrugged while gazing out the window where golden sunlight streamed in.

“In any case, this time we truly benefited greatly from Raon.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Because Raon defeated the 7th Apostle, the 10th Apostle retreated. It was Raon who silenced Valcar as well. You should have seen Morel speaking formally to a seventeen-year-old rookie swordsman.”

The sight of Morel, called the Serpent of Flame, speaking formally to a seventeen-year-old recruit was a spectacle one couldn’t witness even if they paid for it.

“So please take good care of Raon. Don’t play pranks on him in the library.”

“Pranks?”

Glen Zigheart raised his eyebrows slightly as if he’d never done such a thing.

“You blocked the books he was trying to take from the library with your formless energy.”

Rimer smacked his lips as he gazed at the floor where the bookshelf had been.

“I understand why you did it, though.”

When I touched the bookshelf, one of the books had clearly tried to move, but Glen used an intangible technique to block it. That’s why it appeared as though nothing happened at all.

“You blocked the book from coming out of the archive and wanted to teach him directly yourself, didn’t you? Grandfather’s profound affection for his grandson—our Raon should understand that too….”

“Enough of your noise!”

Glen clicked his tongue and waved his hand dismissively.

“Yes! Since the noisy one is stepping back, you should take care of me too.”

Rimer laughed and extended his hand.

“Of course I intended to reward you as well.”

At Glen’s nod, Roen brought forth a heavy pouch.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“Ahahaha! Thank you!”

Rimer’s face brightened as he opened the pouch and glimpsed the golden gleam within.

“Is the reward sufficient?”

“Of course! With this much, I can play as long as I want!”

“Even with that, it won’t work against him. He didn’t earn his reputation across the Continent through gambling by mere chance.”

“But he’s still human—surely he can’t keep winning forever?”

“Get your head straight. Even if you lose money, it won’t bring the dead back to life.”

“Patriarch… that’s…”

“Enough about the past. Now it’s time to settle accounts for your mistakes.”

Glen descended from the platform. With each heavy footfall, a chilling frost spread throughout the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Pardon? M-mistakes? What mistakes?”

Rimer backed away, tucking the pouch of gold coins behind his back.

“This.”

A sheet of paper fluttered in Glen’s hand—the report I had sent earlier.

“Two lines. You encountered an Apostle and sent only two lines of report?”

“W-well, I had to send it quickly as a preliminary report…”

“Once the situation was over, you had plenty of time to write how we won and how badly the children were injured.”

“Ah! So you were worried about Raon! If only you’d said so from the start…”

Rimer, who had been backing away cautiously, froze in place. There was no wall behind him, yet he had nowhere left to retreat.

“W-Weightless aura? You created a wall with weightless aura?”

I tried to push forward in panic, but I couldn’t move an inch. All four directions were sealed off by weightless aura.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

And above my head, crimson lightning began to flicker and dance.

“Reporting to the Patriarch is one of the essential duties of a Master. Even if you completed the mission, you failed to handle the aftermath properly. Therefore, I shall administer appropriate punishment.”

“B-But that’s not punishment—if that hits me, I’ll die!”

“You won’t die. That’s right. You won’t die.”

At Glen Zigheart’s gesture, the crimson lightning that had been wavering in the air descended with a deafening roar.

“Sword Domain…! Argh!”

Rimer tried to open his Sword Domain, but it was already too late. Dozens of lightning bolts tore through his opening domain and engulfed his entire body.

Boom!

That day, the Audience Chamber flickered with crimson light for a long while.

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I returned to my room in the Annex Building after finishing a meal with Sylvia and her attendants, then exhaled deeply.

“This is exhausting.”

I’d recounted those long events from Porban City twice in a single day—once to Glen Zigheart and again to everyone in the Annex Building. I felt more drained than after an actual battle.

-Having to listen to such tedious, trivial matters twice over… even I am on the verge of expiring, the King lamented.

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, urging me to sleep already.

“You’re right.”

Perhaps because I’d brought everyone all the way to Zigheart, or perhaps because I’d retold the incident twice despite my lack of eloquence, my body felt heavy with fatigue.

Knock, knock, knock.

As I removed my outer robe to wash and rest, three knocks sounded at the door—Judith’s signal.

“Come in.”

“Yes.”

The door opened and Judith entered carrying a thin book. She bowed her head respectfully and handed it to me.

“What is this?”

“While you were away on your mission, I gathered more detailed information about the military organizations within Zigheart.”

“Mm.”

I opened the book Judith had given me. During the selection phase, the materials had been concentrated on the main and branch families, but now they included information about the nature of each family and their key figures.

It seemed she had conducted this preliminary investigation because I would likely be fighting alongside other families and branches in the future.

“The Central Intelligence Agency has issued orders to ascertain your true martial prowess, Young Master.”

“They’ve become cautious. So they intend to verify my abilities before making their move?”

“That appears to be the case.”

It seemed that after I defeated the Apostle, the Central Intelligence Agency had abandoned any reckless plans of their own.

“Then casually let it slip as if you happened to witness my training. Say it seems I’m on the verge of reaching Master rank.”

“Understood.”

Judith nodded and continued speaking.

“While investigating military organizations, I also looked into the White Blood Cult. The 7th Apostle you fought appears to be a recent recruit, and the 10th Apostle has held that position for thirty years.”

I already knew that. Even when I lived as the assassin Raon, the 10th Apostle had remained unchanged.

“Notably, only four Apostles have maintained their positions for over thirty years. They are the true monsters of the White Blood Cult.”

“I imagine so.”

The strength of military organizations depends on the caliber of their masters rather than their numbers. The reason the Six Emperors and Oma are called the strongest on the Continent lies in the supreme experts within their ranks.

“Take care of yourself going forward.”

Judith offered a plain farewell as if to say she had given all she came to give, then turned and left.

“Thank you.”

“It is nothing.”

She bowed expressionlessly and departed through the door.

“Hmm….”

I opened the booklet and scanned through its contents. The information about the Master, the Deputy Master, the Assistant Masters, and the Deputy Assistant Masters was written in considerable detail.

“So there’s another gambling enthusiast besides our Deputy Master.”

As I reviewed the contents, I found one Assistant Master who enjoyed gambling. However, this person was quite skilled at it—winning every time he went and brimming with confidence. He was the complete opposite of Rimer.

“Not bad.”

I skimmed through the booklet from beginning to end, then placed it in a drawer and stood up. I dressed and grasped the Jechen Sword.

-What are you doing? You’re not sleeping and going somewhere?

‘Now that I’ve seen this, my body’s itching for action. I’m going to train for a bit.’

-You’re not “going to come back”—I should go with you! Why do you keep acting on your own when you’re just a tenant?!

‘A tenant? Me?’

-That’s right. You currently occupy that body through my benevolence.

‘More like a parasite than a tenant.’

-W-what did you say! I am the true master of that body. I could reclaim it whenever I wished.

‘Then do it now.’

I flicked my fingers in a gesture of invitation.

-Grrr….

Wrath didn’t dare rush forward, only radiating waves of fury and cold. He knew it himself—if he attacked, he’d only be feeding his own power to me.

‘It won’t take long. Just be patient for a bit.’

I let out a quiet laugh and stepped out of the Annex Building. As I headed toward the Lake Clearing, someone approached from the direction of the Main Mansion.

Slow, yet dignified footsteps. Golden hair caught the moonlight and gleamed brilliantly, while crimson eyes pierced through the darkness.

‘Why is he here?’

It was Glen Zigheart. I couldn’t fathom why he was here, given that he hadn’t set foot in the Annex Building once since my hundredth day.

“M-my lord, I greet….”

I tried to lower my knee and bow my head, but something invisible blocked my waist and neck from bending.

“Don’t make a racket at night.”

Glen Zigheart stood before me, his deep-set eyes gleaming with intensity.

“You’re already out here—that saves me some trouble.”

“Pardon?”

“Follow me.”

He turned his back and gestured for me to follow.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Didn’t I tell you already?”

Glen Zigheart glanced back briefly, his expression hardening with a cold gaze.

“Your reward will take a different form.”

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