The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 313

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Chapter 313

The Third Prince guided me to the Training Ground as our second destination. But this was no ordinary Training Ground—it was where the Silver Knights, the Owen Kingdom’s most formidable strike force tasked with annihilating the kingdom’s enemies, honed their craft.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the Silver Knights.

‘Unnervingly sharp.’

If the royal guards who protected the throne were solid pillars or shields, then the Silver Knights resembled blades endlessly refined and sharpened. Their martial prowess was starkly different from the knights I’d seen on the way to the Royal Capital. The aura they emanated was potent enough to raise goosebumps.
The knights I saw on the way to the Royal Capital were clearly different in their martial prowess. The aura emanating from the Silver Knights was so overwhelming that it gave me goosebumps.

That’s good.

The swordsmanship displayed by the silver knights was a series of techniques that maximized the Owen Kingdom’s distinctive ceremonial and practical sword forms. Perhaps because his swordsmanship had improved considerably, he could grasp the flow of their swordsmanship at a glance.

This should be quite helpful.

I didn’t display all of my skills, but since his swordsmanship was so exceptional, it was still instructive.

“Among those…”

From the right, I saw a young man drawing his sword more slowly than anyone else. Blue eyes like the sea and brown irises. Though he looked young, the aura he possessed was of a different caliber from the other knights.

However, it wasn’t the first time he had sensed his aura. Though it was quite some time ago, he had a memory of detecting it before.

“You really do have a good eye for these things.”

Rimer approached from the side with a smirk.

“Borini Kitten?”
“Borini Kitten of the Twelve Continents. Those called geniuses before you emerged.”
“Borini Kitten of the Twelve Continents. Those were the ones called geniuses before you.”

She pointed to the blue-haired youth, who exuded a noble and dignified aura like a single blade of a sword, simply by standing there.

“You knew about it!”

The Third Prince nodded with a broad smile.

“That’s right. I didn’t expect you to know of Sir Borini Kitten, the Spear Sword Master.”

He beamed widely, pleased that Rimer was familiar with Borini Kitten.

“I know about the Twelve Continents, at least. You hear about who’s strongest among them constantly—in taverns, gambling houses, everywhere.”

Rimer muttered that you couldn’t help but learn about the Twelve Continents if you frequented gambling houses.

“Your Highness should visit sometime. I could show you the world of adults….”
“Close your mouth.”

Sheryl frowned and drove her elbow into Rimer’s side.

“Ugh!”

Rimer clutched his waist and stumbled backward.

“Mm.”

Borini Kitten, sensing the eyes upon him, approached with his sword lowered.

“Your Highness.”

He bowed respectfully to the Third Prince first.

“As you likely know, we are guests of Zigheart.”
“I am Borini Kitten of the Silver Knights.”

Borini Kitten bowed with perfect measure—neither excessive nor casual.

“Sheryl, Heavenly Sword Master of Zigheart.”

Sheryl, who could be called the representative of the group, nodded in acknowledgment of his greeting.

“It is an honor to meet the Heavenly Sword Master!”

Borini Kitten’s voice rose a tone, his sincerity unmistakable.

“And that person is….”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.”

He had noticed Rimer still clutching his waist, but Sheryl blocked his gaze.

“I am Raon Zigheart, Master of the Gale Wind Squad.”

Raon, who could be considered next in line, approached Sheryl’s side and bowed his head to Borini Kitten.

‘Now I remember where I’ve seen him.’

Up close, I recalled the moment I had sensed Borini Kitten’s presence.
The aura I had felt from afar during the battle with the White Blood Cult near the Hills near Camelun was identical to Borini Kitten’s presence before my eyes now.

“Raon Zigheart….”

Borini Kitten’s pupils trembled noticeably.

‘He has grown to this extent.’

There had been a time when I observed Raon from a distance while secretly escorting the Third Prince. Even then, he possessed strength and elegance beyond his years, but now he seemed like an entirely different person.

‘This is absurd.’

Between the Raon of that time and myself, there had been several massive mountains, yet now all those mountains had been pierced through. The young swordsman, not yet twenty years old, was already pursuing me to my very neck.

‘Is such a thing even possible?’

I had heard tales of his remarkable exploits under the epithet Legend Sword Association, but I had also underestimated him somewhat, given that he had been kidnapped by Eden.

Yet the Raon I now witnessed was no warrior to be dismissed by anyone. He possessed martial prowess that seemed impossible for his age.

‘Had I been someone else, I would have overlooked it.’

Had I not cultivated Owen’s unique sensory technique for discerning an opponent’s martial strength, or had my own power been even slightly lower, I would not have perceived Raon’s true capability. My head spun.

“Lord Borini?”
“Ah, yes.”

At the Third Prince’s call, Borini Kitten barely regained his composure and nodded.

“Welcome to the Silver Knights. Unfortunately, the Commander is currently away. Though I am insufficient, I shall guide you in his stead.”

Borini Kitten bowed respectfully and gestured for them to follow.

“Hmm.”

I gazed only at Borini’s back, not at the Training Ground facilities or the knights he was introducing.

‘How interesting…’

Before visiting Habun Castle, the gap between us was so vast that I could barely sense Borini Kitten’s presence. But that was no longer the case.
His realm was still higher than mine, yet I had closed the distance enough that I could defeat him if we fought with all our strength.

‘Coming here was the right choice.’

I tapped the Sword Tomb lightly and smiled.

‘I’ll be able to gain so much from this.’

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Derus Robert took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

“The taste and aroma are indeed exquisite. It begins bitter but finishes sweetly—it appears the velvet coral has been dried to perfection.”

He set down his teacup and smacked his lips briefly.

“Premium velvet coral tea so rare that even those of us in Robert struggle to procure it—truly impressive.”
“You have a discerning palate.”

King Lecross smiled warmly. Unlike Glen, he was pleased with Derus for appreciating the tea and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Ah, I encountered the Legend Sword Association on the way here.”

Derus lifted his teacup again and gazed at Glen.

“There must be a reason why the Head of House’s expression has brightened. Among all the young swordsmen I’ve encountered, he was truly exceptional.”
“Indeed, it seems Cheongeomseong shares the same assessment.”

King Lecross smiled, noting that they held similar thoughts.

“At nineteen years old, already at the intermediate Master level—anyone would think the same. I’ve already discerned that the martial philosophies of these two differ in texture.”
“Texture?”
“Yes. Judging by how he mentioned feeling tension upon sensing Your Majesty’s keen yet unwavering momentum, it appears he perceived it correctly.”
“Hah….”

King Lecross exhaled softly and shook his head.

“Truly a terrifying talent.”
“Indeed. He is a swordsman whose future holds great promise.”

As Derus praised Raon, he observed Glen carefully.

‘Expressionless. Or perhaps… slightly pleased?’

Glen’s face appeared as cold as when they first met, yet the corners of his mouth had lifted ever so slightly. He pretended otherwise, but he seemed to cherish Raon.

“He should be able to defeat the lower four of the Twelve Continents and match the middle four in strength.”

Derus offered stronger praise and watched for Glen’s reaction.

‘Hmm, is that not it?’

Though the Twelve Continents were grouped under a single name, naturally they were not all at the same level.
Divided by age, talent, and martial philosophy, they were ranked into lower four, middle four, and upper four within their own hierarchy.

The middle four were already seasoned warriors whose names and martial prowess had spread across the entire Continent, yet even after being compared to them, Glen’s expression remained unchanged.

“My thoughts align with yours.”

King Lecross nodded slowly.

“Borini Kitten is exactly at the Mid-Rank level, and it seems we could have quite an interesting match with him.”
“Yes. Our Cardis would also be able to have an entertaining fight.”

Derus Robert brought up Cardis and observed Glen Zigheart’s expression once more. His gaze had grown even colder.

‘Hmm, it seems I was mistaken.’

Borini Kitten and Cardis Robert were warriors who had achieved fame and accomplishments incomparable to Raon.
The fact that Glen’s expression remained unchanged even when they were mentioned suggested he didn’t hold Raon in particularly high regard.

‘Then again, it makes no sense for that cold-blooded man to care for anyone.’

The Glen he knew was not someone who would look after his own grandchild, let alone a direct descendant. It was obvious that his attack on Eden was merely out of anger at the disrespect shown to Zigheart, not out of any desire to save Raon.

‘I can begin the plan now.’

Derus Robert set down his teacup with a faint smile.

“Since we’ve gathered like this, what if we held an interesting tournament?”
“A tournament?”
“What kind of tournament are you referring to?”

Glen Zigheart and King Lecross turned their heads toward Derus Robert simultaneously.

“It’s rare for so many young warriors to gather like this, so I thought we could hold a friendly tournament. It would be entertaining to divide it into Expert and Master ranks.”

Derus Robert tapped the table lightly with his fingers, smiling.

“I’m also curious about what would happen if the Legend Sword Association fought against the Twelve Continents, so I’ll have our child participate as well.”
“Blue Sword Cardis? Isn’t he ranked among the highest in the Mid-Rank tier?”

Blue Sword Cardis Robert, ranked fifth among the Twelve Continents, was a somewhat formidable opponent for Raon to face at this moment.

“It’s a friendly tournament after all. There should be no danger.”
“Hmm, it does sound amusing. Then we shall send our Spear Sword as well.”
“Head of House….”
“Very well.”

Glen Zigheart nodded expressionlessly.

“I’m quite curious to see which of the young talents will rise to the top.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly and clasped his hands together.

“Derus Robert?”

Roen narrowed his eyes as he called out to Derus Robert.

“Blood is dripping from your gloves.”

True to his words, a few drops of blood trickled from inside the black gloves.

Derus Robert smiled without the slightest hint of alarm.

“Ah, it’s nothing of consequence.”

As he brushed his hand across his glove, the blood vanished cleanly.

“Let’s save this discussion for the banquet. It would be good to gather gifts for the children as well.”
“Hmm, very well.”
“Then I shall take my leave. We’ll meet again at the banquet.”

Derus Robert bowed to Glen Zigheart and King Lecross before departing the reception room.

“I should be going as well.”

Glen Zigheart set down his empty teacup and rose to his feet.

“Rest well.”

He nodded to King Lecross, who had come to greet him, and left the reception room.

“Hmm….”

Roen followed Glen Zigheart down the corridor, his eyes narrowing.

‘His mood seems to have soured all of a sudden.’

Glen Zigheart’s gaze, which had been bright with joy just moments before upon hearing Raon’s praise, had grown cold and distant.

‘I can’t fathom his reasoning.’

I thought I understood everything about Glen Zigheart, yet when it came to matters concerning Raon, his true intentions remained beyond my grasp.

“Head of House. Did something happen?”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Roen pressed closer to Glen’s side with a measured expression.

“How could anyone hear such words and not be furious?”
“Such words…?”
“They compared Raon to—”
“Compared Raon to?”
“—the Twelve Continents! As if his talent and potential were on the same level! His character alone surpasses theirs by leagues!”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as his fists clenched. It was clear he was genuinely enraged.

‘Ah…’

It seemed I had underestimated the depth of a grandfather’s love. Even a comparison to the Twelve Continents—those transcendent beings of the future—failed to satisfy him.

Yet his words held truth. Perhaps not now, but in time, the Twelve Continents would kneel beneath Raon’s feet.

Roen smiled faintly and nodded in agreement.

“Your words ring true. This occasion will prove it.”

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Derus Robert returned directly to his quarters and summoned his two butlers to his chamber.

“Matio.”
“Yes.”

At his call, the butler on the left bowed his head—the shadowed servant who perpetually wore a mask.

“Can you recognize the assassins you trained?”
“Of course.”

Matio nodded without hesitation.

“Assassins possess distinctive gestures and an aura unique to their craft. Such marks cannot be erased by time itself. Especially those I personally trained—I would recognize them without fail.”
“Even if twenty years have passed and they’ve learned a different martial art?”
“The training I imparted utilized the imprinting effect of birds. Even if reborn, they cannot escape it.”

His eyes gleamed with unwavering confidence.

Derus Robert smiled faintly and removed his gloves. Dried blood clung to the sword scars etched across the back of his hand.

“Hmm?”

He turned his gaze toward the window, still holding the gloves.

“Is something the matter, sir?”
“…No.”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes and turned back.

“Do you remember Raon?”
“…You mean that Raon?”
“Yes.”
“I remember him well.”

Matio’s eyes dimmed as he nodded. He had raised the boy from childhood, and there was no way he could forget the hunting dog who had carved an indelible scar into his master’s hand.

“From now on, surveil Raon Zigheart.”

Derus Robert peeled away the scab from his hand, his smile turning glacial.

“Search for traces of the assassins you trained within him.”
“…Understood.”

Though the command was absurdly far-fetched—suggesting a connection between Raon Zigheart and Shadow Raon—Matio harbored no doubts. His response was that of a hound following its master’s orders.

Derus Robert donned fresh gloves, his smile turning sinister.

“I’ve already created the opportunity.”

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I returned to the Dormitory and changed into formal attire.

-You’re not resting? Wrath asked, tilting his head at why I was changing clothes.

Wrath tilted his head in confusion at my wardrobe change.

‘There’s a welcoming ceremony.’
-Hmph. Humans always hold such tedious affairs. Incomprehensible….
‘It’s a banquet, so there will be all sorts of delicious dishes.’
-What are you doing!

Wrath, who had been scoffing moments before, was now standing at the door with a furrowed brow.

-The True Demon King loves banquets! Let’s go at once! The food will get cold!
‘It’s not time yet.’

I shook my head. I never thought I’d find myself thinking this way, but watching him, the Demon King truly never had a dull moment.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled deeply and collapsed onto the bed.

‘Wrath.’
-Is it time to eat?
‘It hasn’t even been a minute….’

Less than a minute after I said it wasn’t time, and he was already asking that. Between being fooled by the last stew and this obsession with food, he was truly mad about eating.

‘That’s not it. Do you remember the king I saw today and my enemy?’
-Of course.
‘Between the two of them, who is stronger?’

Based on what Wrath said, it had to be Derus Robert, but I asked again just to be sure.

-I can tell you this much for certain. The thief who stole your last bowl is stronger.
‘…So it was him after all.’

I furrowed my brow.

‘He’s transcended his realm in the meantime.’

Twenty years ago, Derus Robert was evaluated as the weakest leader among the Six Emperors. It was only natural given his age, but now it seemed he had overcome that gap.

I knew he possessed exceptional talent despite his absurd personality, but I never imagined he would catch up to the other leaders of the Six Emperors by crossing the barrier of time.

-Don’t worry.
‘Hm?’
-I will open an opportunity for you to take revenge on that bastard.

Wrath patted my shoulder, his expression like a cotton candy with furrowed brows.

-You ate Nadin’s bread and remained fine, and you’ve become a madman who only trains even when seeing delicious food. That’s all because of that demonic bastard.
‘Well….’

Honestly, he wasn’t wrong. Thanks to my assassin training, I had stopped caring about the taste of food.

-The anger of food is my anger! I will help you land a punch on that bastard’s face!
‘Ha.’

Every time he opened his mouth, food came up. Even now, I couldn’t believe this creature was the Lord of Wrath.

‘So you’re giving me stats or traits then?’
-No, that’s not it….
‘I thought so.’

I let out a small laugh. There was no way Wrath, who was stingy with stats and traits, would hand them out.

‘Then what exactly….’

Just as I was about to ask Wrath again, I felt a small movement below the window. I turned my head to see a young squirrel climbing up to the window frame.

“A squirrel?”

I’d seen small creatures like squirrels in the Sword Tomb and the Garden before, but it was strange for a squirrel—an animal that typically feared humans—to approach the window.

Tap, tap.

The squirrel knocked on the window with its paws as if asking me to open it.

‘Is this someone’s pet squirrel?’

I spread my senses just in case, but I couldn’t detect any unusual aura from the squirrel.

‘Does that squirrel have a strange aura?’
-It seems like an ordinary squirrel, but there’s an extremely faint trace of mana. It appears to have been tamed over a long period.

Wrath also furrowed his brow, saying he couldn’t be certain.

“Hmm….”

I approached the window with my hand resting on the hilt of the Soul Reaper Sword, ready to draw it immediately if the squirrel attempted anything dangerous. I opened the window cautiously.

Tap.

The squirrel squeezed through the narrow opening and entered. With practiced ease, it scurried down to the drawer directly below.

“Just what are you….”
“You could’ve opened it faster, you know.”

Human speech flowed from the squirrel’s mouth. It was awkward yet precise, and the tone reminded me of someone.

I widened my eyes as I watched the squirrel grin at me like a human would.

“Merlin…?”

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