The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 308

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Chapter 308

I opened my mouth wide as I looked at Dogyae.

“The Yukhwanghoe… you mean that…?”
“Exactly as the name suggests—a gathering where the heads of the Six Emperors convene to discuss matters of the past and future.”

Dogyae nodded slowly.

“As I thought…”

There had been occasions when the Yukhwanghoe was convened even when I served under Derus Robert.
Of course, as someone belonging to the shadows, I had never been permitted near the conference chamber and remained confined to the underground.

“Why is the Yukhwanghoe being convened so suddenly?”

I tilted my head in confusion.

‘It shouldn’t be time for it yet.’

I knew the Yukhwanghoe convened periodically, but now was not that time. The fact that the established schedule had been broken suggested something extraordinary was afoot.

‘Wait… could it be?’

Surely not…

As I contemplated the convening of the Yukhwanghoe, a plausible reason surfaced in my mind.

“You’ve figured it out, I see.”

Dogyae chuckled softly and raised a finger. That thick finger pointed directly at me.

“That’s right. It’s because of you.”
“Because of me?”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as if questioning what he meant.

“Thanks to that bastard, it’s been revealed that Eden established a branch near Camelrun, and that the White Blood Cult openly kidnapped people from the neutral city and set up formations.”

Dogyae clicked his tongue as if explaining the obvious.

“It’s a meeting to discuss how to handle Eden and the White Blood Cult, whose activities are becoming increasingly frequent and intense.”
“Ah, I see.”

Rimer nodded with a smirk.

“But how did the old man find out about that? He’s never been interested in this kind of thing.”

He muttered in surprise while looking at Dogyae.

“I wonder why.”
“What?”
“Because you’ve been gallivanting around for a whole week without so much as a word! Now the burden has fallen on me too!”

Dogyae glared at Rimer and gnashed his teeth.

“Since you have no interest in your duties, you wouldn’t even know why the Yukhwanghoe is being held! You useless big-eared bastard!”

I watched Dogyae trembling with rage and Rimer laughing sheepishly, then let out a deep sigh.

‘He’s got a point.’

Normally, Rimer would have no reason not to know why the Yukhwanghoe was being held. It seemed his mind had been completely absorbed in enjoying his vacation.

“Hahaha. I’ve got nothing to say.”

Rimer scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. He had the expression of a gambler caught cheating.

“You haven’t even been seen at the gambling house you frequent. Where exactly have you been?”
“This neighborhood doesn’t have good odds.”

He rubbed his fingers together and licked his lips. His eyes were half-rolled back.

“Good grief…”

I exhaled a deep sigh.

-That fool will either destroy the family or elevate it to greater heights. There’s no middle ground with types like him.
‘Perhaps so.’

Yet watching Rimer suffer ridicule over gambling brought me a sense of peace. It felt like I had truly returned to the family.

“You—we’ll talk later.”

Dogyae raised his fist toward Rimer before turning his head to me.

“You said you were looking for a sparring partner?”
“Yes.”
“The Yukhwanghoe traditionally brings not only the leaders of each faction, but also young talents just beginning to make their mark. It’s a social gathering for the family’s rising generation.”
“I see….”

I hadn’t been interested in the Yukhwanghoe, so I hadn’t known such details.

“A social gathering—or as I call it, a show-off convention.”

Rimer chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“‘I’m superior.’ ‘No, I’m superior.’ The youngsters play-act like adults. It’s quite entertaining to watch.”
“Well, he’s not wrong.”

Dogyae bared his teeth at Rimer while nodding in agreement.

“The young talents hold sparring matches at the gathering. They may be young, but those who come will have properly mastered the highest-tier martial techniques. It’ll be an ideal place for you to test yourself.”
“Besides, men always want to show off in front of women. They’ll provoke you without you needing to lift a finger.”
“That’s certainly true.”

I nodded in acknowledgment.

‘I can see exactly how this will play out.’

Young warriors lack patience and have few outlets for their strength. Young warriors from the Yukhwang—an absolute power—and when both men and women gather, they will inevitably clash for dominance regardless of the reason.

“That sounds acceptable.”

Though the gap in power between us would be significant, experiencing the highest-tier martial techniques of the other Yukhwang powers firsthand would greatly aid my advancement.

“Actually, you’re being forced to participate.”
“Forced to participate?”
“Yes. An official mandate came down from the Patriarch’s Hall ordering you to participate without exception. You depart in a week, so prepare yourself.”

Dogyae muttered that I should take it up with them if I wanted to refuse.

“Will the Head of House be attending as well?”
“The Head of House has never gone in person. He’s always sent a proxy. That punk over there went once too.”
“Ah, that’s right.”

He pointed at Rimer, who grinned and waved his hand.

“Where is the location?”
“Owen.”
“Owen….”

At the mention of Owen, I recalled the Third Prince, Griere de Owen, whom I’d met during my trainee days. Much time had passed since I’d seen him in Camelrun, so he must have grown considerably.

“The Yukhwanghoe will be more helpful than you think.”

Rimer chuckled and drew a small circle with his finger.

“It’s not just children who attend that place.”

He told me to look forward to it, then climbed the Stone Wall of the Training Ground.

“Where are you going! We have things to discuss!”
“Ah, leave me alone! Why do all you old men like me so much!”

Dogyae stood dumbfounded for a moment before rushing after Rimer, but he had already leaped down from the other side of the Stone Wall.

“Tch….”

Dogyae glared at the wall where Rimer had disappeared, grinding his teeth.

“How is he becoming more childish by the day.”
“That’s just how he is, so don’t mind it.”
“It feels like watching a troublemaking brat.”
“Then would you mind sparring with me instead of the brat?”

Raon approached Dogyae with a faint smile.

“When I was kidnapped, I realized a few things. I’d like to organize my thoughts.”
“Good grief.”

Dogyae let out a hollow laugh, his eyes narrowing.

“When I first saw you, I thought my eyes were deceiving me from the surge in your aura. But it seems they weren’t. A kidnapped wretch returns stronger after being dragged to Eden? That doesn’t make a lick of sense!”
“It doesn’t make sense, but somehow it happened.”

Raon shrugged lightly.

“You know I’ve been sharpening my blade against you, don’t you?”

Dogyae laughed coldly and drew his sword.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded and gripped the hilt of Heavenly Judgment tightly.

“Come.”

The moment Dogyae snapped his fingers, he stepped into the formation. The heat of Manhwa Palace surged through the mana circuits that had grown thicker and wider from recovered wounds. Tremendous power spiraled across my entire body in an instant, igniting crimson flames atop Heavenly Judgment.
The formidable aura erupted in scarlet fire above the blade.

“Hmph!”

Dogyae’s pupils dilated at the changed speed of aura manipulation. He unsheathed his blade completely, easing his grip slightly.

Ching!

The blade extended with a harsh scrape against the scabbard, releasing a clear ring. The resonance of the matured Heavenly Judgment shot toward Dogyae’s eardrums.

Kyaang!

Though the resonance was incomparably faster and more powerful than before, Dogyae simply flicked his sword, severing the aura wave embedded in the sound.

“You….”

However, Dogyae’s expression was far from pleasant. His face was contorted as if he had witnessed something he shouldn’t have.

“Your aura level rose, but your swordsmanship itself has advanced too? What in the world did you consume in that place!”
“I’m still far from being remarkable.”

I stepped forward using the Taehwa Stance. The moment I moved to slash Dogyae diagonally, blades cascaded down from the empty air.
From the pitch-black blades erupted a formidable force that seemed capable of splitting the very earth.

Boom!

I steadied my posture by adapting the Garam Technique, then raised my Jechen Sword to meet the strike. The savage fangs of the Gwang-a Sword, which had seeped into my silver blade, unleashed a roar.

Crash!

Dogyae’s blade strike that shattered the earth and my sword strike that split the heavens collided head-on at the center.

Clang!

As the two blades bounced apart, Dogyae and I both stepped forward again using our footwork techniques.

Whoosh!

I rotated the flames of the Manhwa Palace across my blade and brought it down. It was as if the sun filling the sky had transformed into a sword and was descending.

“Ugh!”

Dogyae furrowed his brow and swung his sword. The blade spread in a fan shape, drawing dozens of black lines.

Crash!

Blade met blade in a direct collision, and both Dogyae and I were pushed back simultaneously.

Rip!

Dogyae’s sleeve tore lengthwise and fluttered away.

“You….”

He furrowed his brow as he looked at his sleeve, which bore a large gash.

“Did you use the same technique as when we first fought?”
“Yes, sir.”

Raon nodded in acknowledgment.

“That way, I can show you how much I’ve grown.”

I employed the exact swordsmanship I had used during my duel with Dogyae before. I wanted to demonstrate my progress to him, and he appeared far more astonished than I had anticipated.

“You’ve grown absurdly strong. I’m so irritated I could tear every hair from your head.”
“That’s fortunate, then. I have quite a lot of hair.”
“Your insolence has grown as well.”

Dogyae let out a chilling laugh and leveled his sword forward.

“Let’s begin in earnest.”
“Of course.”

Raon nodded and activated the Manhwa Palace to its fullest extent.

Both of them kicked off the ground simultaneously, their blades baring their fangs toward each other’s necks.

The clash rang out with a deafening metallic shriek.

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“Magnificent!”

Rimer sat atop a tree erected behind the 5th Training Ground, watching the duel between Raon and Dogyae unfold with an exclamation of wonder.

“Splendid.”

He withdrew a flask of spirits from his waist and took a hearty swig.
As the cool, sweet liquor moistened his throat, his senses sharpened. The drink was exquisite, the weather was perfect, and he had a spectacular duel to observe—there was nothing more he could ask for.

“Anyway.”

Rimer narrowed his eyes as he watched Raon pressing Dogyae back.

“That bastard’s gotten stronger again.”

He was already surprised by how much stronger Raon had become when they met at the Eden Branch, but now he’d grown even further. He couldn’t fathom how someone who’d been constantly complaining about pain could have elevated his realm so dramatically.

“Is he sucking the martial power out of master-level experts somewhere?”

It made no sense, yet that’s genuinely what it felt like. Such absurd growth was normally impossible.

‘At this rate, he could crush even upper-tier masters.’

Raon’s current realm was mid-tier Master, but if that monster unleashed his full power, he seemed capable of defeating even upper-tier masters.

‘It’s terrifying.’

A nineteen-year-old monster whose realm elevated every time you looked at him—just watching him made his hair stand on end. If he were an enemy, he’d have nightmares every single night.

‘That old bastard must be getting chills down his spine too.’

If Raon continued growing at this pace, the day when Dogyae would need to exert his full strength wasn’t far off. He was grateful he wasn’t standing in front of him.

“The Yukhwanghoe, huh….”

Rimer licked his lips as he watched Raon simultaneously conjure heat and cold.

‘This could be interesting.’

The reason Zigheart’s reputation was soaring to the heavens was entirely thanks to the Head of House. Raon had shown cooperation, but the fact remained that he’d been kidnapped and rescued by someone else.

‘In other words, Raon….’

would likely be disrespected at the conference.

Before this incident, Raon had gained renown across the entire Continent by consecutively defeating the Apostles and Eden’s specters, but after the kidnapping, talk of his martial prowess had vanished completely.

These days, everyone was only talking about Glen, and Raon’s martial power wasn’t being discussed. If he attended the Yukhwanghoe, there would be plenty of people looking to provoke him.

‘Ah, I’m looking forward to this.’

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of watching that monster trample the arrogant scions of the Six Emperors.

‘To stop Raon, I’ll need to bring the Twelve Continents.’

To stop Raon now, I’d have to summon the Twelve Continents—those marked as future absolutes. Anything less wouldn’t even be able to properly wield a sword against him.

Rimer drained the nearly empty bottle with a smirk.

“I should follow along.”

Since Glen wouldn’t be attending the Yukhwanghoe anyway, I’d tail Sheryl as his proxy and enjoy the spectacle. I wanted to savor the sight of the Six Emperors’ finest being crushed beneath Raon’s feet.

“This damned bastard! Fine! Let’s see this through to the end!”

Dogyae gnashed his teeth and thrust his finger downward. Black energy surged from the ground beneath his feet, enveloping Raon.

“Hmm.”

Even as Raon was drawn into Dogyae’s Sword Realm, he showed no panic—instead, his eyes gleamed with intensity, as if he were probing something.

“Huh?”

Rimer exhaled sharply as he watched Raon vanish into the black sphere.

‘Could he already be exploring the Sword Realm? If so….’

He’d probably crush half of the Twelve Continents.

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Zigheart Family Estate, Patriarch’s Reception Hall.

Glen observed Martha with her head bowed, then slowly parted his lips.

“Are you alright?”
“Yes.”

Martha slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were clear and resolute. There was no trace of hesitation.

“I’m fine now.”

Her eyes, hair color, and even her appearance—they were strikingly similar to the White Blood Cult Master I had just seen. As Raon predicted, the current Cult Master’s body was undoubtedly Martha’s blood relative.

“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”

Martha nodded with crisp certainty.

“The Head of House said there would be an opportunity to save my mother. Since mother is suffering more than I am, there’s no time for sorrow or despair.”

Her eyes radiated an unsettlingly grave light. She seemed to place absolute trust in both my words and Raon’s.

“Then I’m relieved.”

Glen Zigheart offered a faint smile. Had she been despondent, he would have scolded her, but seeing her clear gaze filled him with pride.

“There’s something I’d like to ask you.”
“Speak.”
“How can I become stronger?”

Martha bit her lip.

“Your achievements are remarkable for your age. Progressing any faster would be like building a castle of sand with holes in it.”
“But Raon….”
“Raon is incomparable even to me in my prime. He walks a different path. Rather than chasing him, focus on what you can learn from behind him.”

Glen Zigheart slowly closed his eyes, then opened them.

“Your strength lies in your instinctive ability to discern an enemy’s weaknesses and your swordsmanship that merges offense and defense through the Titan Aura. You’ve been concentrating solely on those strengths, but now is the time to see more.”
“See more, you mean….”
“Observe and learn from other martial arts, and discern their strengths and weaknesses yourself. You’re still too young to focus on one path alone. If you wish to reach greater heights and distances, now is the time to broaden your vision.”

He smiled gently and raised his hand.

“The Yukhwanghoe will be convened this time. You will attend as well.”
“Understood. May I ask one more question?”
“Speak.”

As Glen nodded, Martha bit her lip and opened her mouth once more.

“Could I… could I also learn to use Sword Realm Manifestation?”
“Sword Realm Manifestation is a bloodline martial art that only those with Zigheart blood can use. It would be impossible without even a trace of that bloodline mixed in… or so I believed, but there is one who has broken that rule, is there not?”
“Head of House…”
“That one neutralized the flow contained within Zigheart blood by maximizing attribute power. If you ask him directly, you might gain some hints. However, I do not particularly recommend it.”

He nodded, telling her to seek out Rimer if she was truly curious.

“Thank you.”

Martha bowed with a confident posture, her spine perfectly straight.

“Go now.”
“Yes.”

Without hesitation, she turned and left the Audience Chamber.

“It is good to see such confidence in her.”

Sheryl gazed at the door through which Martha had departed, a refreshing smile crossing her face.

“Yes. I was worried, but it seems her resolve has only grown stronger.”

Roen nodded as well, a faint smile gracing his lips.

“Denier raised his daughter well. She is a child who makes one anticipate what lies ahead.”

Glen also nodded, seemingly satisfied with his conversation with Martha.

“Then why not try that approach with Raon as well? It worked perfectly today.”
“Ahem!”

As Roen’s eyes narrowed, Glen cleared his throat and turned away.

‘Who wouldn’t understand that?’

Of course I wanted to handle it that way. I wanted to treat him more gently than anyone else, but whenever I saw Raon, my body and face would stiffen.

“Head of House.”

Sheryl stepped forward and positioned herself before Glen.

“Would it be acceptable if I attended this Yukhwanghoe meeting as well?”

Glen had never participated in any of the Yukhwanghoe meetings held so far. Assuming he wouldn’t attend this one either, she took the initiative to speak.

“If I’m to take Raon and the children, I would need to….”
“No.”

Glen shook his head slowly.

“I’ll go this time.”
“Pardon?”
“Mm!”

Both Sheryl and Roen’s eyes widened simultaneously. Neither had anticipated that Glen would move personally, and both wore expressions of astonishment.

“You’re going in person, Head of House?”
“Is that truly the case?”
“It’s about time I made an appearance.”

Glen lowered his eyes as if it were nothing remarkable.

“Show them what we’re made of.”
“Pardon?”
“That is… hmm?”

He shook his head at the two of them before his eyes narrowed.

“Sheryl, Roen.”

Glen called to the two of them with a hardened expression.

“Leave us for a moment.”
“Yes.”

The two men glanced at Glen’s stern expression, nodded, and exited the Audience Chamber.

Screeeech!

In the silence that settled over the Audience Chamber, Glen tilted his chin upward.

“Come out.”

The moment his commanding voice faded, the space before the door tore open.

Screeeech!

From the dimension split like paper emerged an old man with long golden hair that gleamed as if molten gold had been poured into it. An overwhelming surge of mana accompanied his otherworldly, ethereal presence.

“It has been a long time.”

The golden-haired old man walked toward the center of the Audience Chamber, leaning on his staff. His voice rang out thin and delicate, as though emanating from another world.

“Indeed. It has been far too long.”

Glen looked down at the old man, his brows furrowing.

“My Lord.”

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