The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 333

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Chapter 333

I didn’t accept the Black Dragon Robe and instead looked at Ogram standing behind it.

“May I ask what wager you made with the Head of House?”
“That’s not difficult to explain.”

Ogram draped the Black Dragon Robe over his shoulder and nodded. As always, he was refreshingly straightforward to the point of being disarming.

“I started it. I called you a pretty-faced brat and mocked that you’d be eliminated in no time.”

Given the Beast Alliance’s emphasis on physical strength, such a judgment wasn’t entirely unreasonable, so I nodded in understanding.

“Then your grandfather intervened. He said not only you, but the other children of Zigheart wouldn’t lose to the Alliance’s youngsters either.”
“Ah….”

I opened my mouth in surprise and looked at Glen Zigheart. I thought he wouldn’t even pay attention to such provocation, but this was unexpected.

“Ahem.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat as if uninterested, then turned away and sipped his wine.

“So the wager came about. I wagered the Saunhwan I gave you, and your grandfather….”

Ogram raised a finger, pointing to the Jincheon Sword hanging at Glen Zigheart’s waist.

“He wagered that sword.”
“The Jincheon Sword?”

I followed Ogram’s finger and stared at the Jincheon Sword, my jaw dropping.

‘He wagered his sword….’

The Jincheon Sword was practically the symbol of Glen Zigheart himself. I couldn’t believe he would wager such a blade—not even for himself, but for the Gwangpung Unit—in a mere tournament like this.

“Head of House….”
“You wagered the Jincheon Sword for us….”

Burren and Martha clasped their hands together tightly as they gazed at Glen Zigheart.

“Thank you!”
“Head of House! Thank you for believing in us!”

The other swordsmen of the Gale Wind Squad bowed their heads to Glen Zigheart as well. Everyone appeared so moved that they looked ready to weep at the slightest touch.

“Thank you.”

I straightened my waist and shoulders before bowing respectfully to Glen Zigheart.

“It was merely light entertainment.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand expressionlessly, as if it were nothing.

‘It seems we’ve earned his trust to some degree.’

Though he called it entertainment, a swordsman only stakes his blade when he possesses absolute conviction. My heart raced knowing that the Gale Wind Squad had gained his trust.

-Shouldn’t you also maintain trust with the True Demon King?

Wrath floated up and thrust his face toward mine, his hollow cheeks protruding as he frowned.

-My belly will stick to my back!
‘I’ll let you eat plenty soon. Just back off for now!’
-Ugh!

I swatted Wrath away with the back of my hand and turned my gaze toward Ogram.

“Will you continue?”
“The other side threw down a challenge, and I couldn’t simply overlook it. I swore to grant all of you the Saintly Light Sword Technique and even wagered this Black Dragon Robe.”

Ogram continued in a light tone, as if it were nothing of consequence.

“As everyone knows, that slightly mad child won at the Expert level, and you claimed victory at the Master level. It was a complete defeat with no excuses to be made.”

Even as he spoke of his defeat, he maintained an exhilarated smile.

“I’ll give the elixir to all of you, and since I didn’t specify who receives the Black Dragon Robe, I’d like to give it to you—the one who pleases me.”

Ogram lifted the Black Dragon Coat that had been draped over his shoulder and extended it toward me.

“The Black Dragon Coat is made from Black Dragon Scales—are you certain you wish to give it away?”

The Black Dragon Coat was crafted from the scales of a true dragon, not a lesser wyrm or hatchling. Though it appeared as an ordinary black coat at first glance, both its exterior and interior were fashioned from dragon scales—a treasure among treasures.

“A promise made must be kept. The Beast Clan speaks with one voice, never two.”

He nodded as though it were obvious and waved his hand, urging me to take it quickly.

“Hmm….”

I didn’t accept it immediately, instead glancing toward Glen Zigheart. He nodded, indicating I should do as I pleased.

“Well, I’ll give it to you, but you’ll find it difficult to use in your current state.”
“What? What do you mean….”
“This thing was crafted alongside that mad woman, so it’s selective about its master.”

Ogram furrowed his brow and looked toward the platform. Chamber, who had been eating chocolate with blackened hands, laughed and waved.

“It’s quite temperamental, so you’ll need to cross the Wall before you can truly master it.”

Ogram approached and draped the coat directly over my formal attire.

‘This is rather long….’

Though I was tall myself, the coat that Ogram wore—standing nearly two meters and thirty centimeters—dragged across the ground.

Whirrrrr!

Just as I was considering whether to trim it, the Black Dragon Coat trembled and shrank like wet fabric, adjusting to fit my frame perfectly. Its appearance transformed as well, shifting from the rough, windbreaker-like form to something noble and elegant that complemented my formal attire.

‘It fits my body like a second skin.’

There was no discomfort in movement, as though wearing a custom-tailored garment. I could barely feel that I was wearing the Black Dragon Coat over my formal robes.

“This is quite unexpected.”

Ogram stroked his beard as he observed my appearance.

“I haven’t accepted you as my master yet, but I acknowledge your existence.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It means I’m thinking of you as my future master.”

He patted my shoulder, remarking that I was truly impressive.

“Does the Black Dragon Robe possess consciousness?”
“It’s nothing so grandiose.”

Ogram shook his head.

“It’s merely a matter of whether I acknowledge a master and lend my power, or refuse to do so.”

He gazed at the Black Dragon Robe with an enigmatic expression, then stepped closer.

“Lend my power, you say…”

Hearing his words, it seemed the Black Dragon Robe possessed a special power similar to the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Enough about the Black Dragon Robe—have you married, by chance?”

Ogram leaned in close, his eyes searching my face intently as they scanned every detail.

“Uh…”

My mouth fell open.

‘That’s it?’

He had handed over the Black Dragon Robe, whose name had spread across the entire Continent, without even taking credit for it—a refreshingly straightforward person to the point of absurdity.

“…No.”

Despite the sudden question, I shook my head immediately.

“Do you have a woman you’re courting?”
“No, sir.”
“Excellent!”

Ogram laughed heartily and patted my shoulder.

“So, wouldn’t you like to meet my daughter? She’s cute and petite.”
“Well, that’s…”

Something about the word “petite” bothered me.

“Mona is indeed petite.”

I turned at the sound of a deep voice from behind. Garona approached with a grin spreading across his face.

“When I saw her recently, she was about this tall.”

Garona raised his hand to indicate his own chin level.

‘That’s petite?’

She had to be at least 190 centimeters.

Garona’s build rivaled even Ogram’s. His chin was higher than the top of my head, making him easily 190 centimeters tall.

Whether a woman was tall or short didn’t matter to me, but I couldn’t accept that 190 centimeters qualified as petite.

“If you married Mona, we’d truly become brothers! Well, we already are, but still!”
“That’s right. We were already brothers! If Mona’s happy, it would be a wonderful bond!”

Garona and Ogram blocked the path before and behind me, their booming laughter echoing painfully loud.

“Hmm…”

I felt intense pressure from the two giants towering well over two meters, but I had to speak my mind. With a life-or-death goal to achieve, I had no intention of entering a betrothal with anyone.

“I’m not thinking of marriage yet…”
“Hey now! Don’t play coy!”

Just as I was about to refuse, Chamber appeared from thin air.

“We have some fine candidates on our side too!”

As she twirled her staff lightly, Princess Jeina, who had been standing at a distance, suddenly materialized before my eyes.

“Kyaaaah!”

Princess Jeina dropped the fork she’d been holding and let out a shriek.

“Our Princess Jeina has it all—a beautiful face, an impressive background, excellent skills. Her personality is a bit… well, very sharp-tongued, but that’s part of her charm, you see.”

Chamber paid no mind to Princess Jeina’s bewilderment and continued pouring out her backhanded compliments.

“Ugh…”

The moment Princess Jeina’s eyes met mine, her face flushed crimson and she whipped her head away.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her expression—a mixture of indignation and embarrassment.

“Oh?”

Chamber’s eyes darted between Princess Jeina and me, her mouth forming a perfect O.

“What’s this? What’s going on? Have you two already…?”
“Not at all.”

I quickly waved my hand to dispel her misunderstanding.

Knowing Princess Jeina’s true nature as I did, there was no chance I’d ever develop a good relationship with her, unlike others.

‘Even if the heavens collapsed, I’d never have dealings with someone like her.’
-You brat! Let’s just eat!

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“The more I observe him, the more entertaining he becomes,” King Lecross remarked.

The king smiled benevolently as he watched me speak my mind freely, even between Ogram and Chamber.

“You don’t cower before the strong, yet you show consideration for the weak. That’s a rare temperament these days. Now I understand why such a young child carries such depth in his given name.”
“…Well, he was a bit different from others even as a child.”

Glen rolled his eyes slightly as he looked at King Lecross and nodded.

“It must have been a pleasure to observe from the sidelines.”
“I wasn’t particularly interested, to be honest.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“Is that so? What a shame.”

King Lecross’s lips drooped with regret at not hearing about Raon’s childhood.

“Ahem.”

After a few seconds of silence, Glen cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“That boy first showed his talents during his probationary trainee days. He was suffering from a poor constitution back then, but he didn’t collapse during his first training—he pushed through to the very end….”

Sheryl’s jaw dropped as she watched Glen bring up Raon’s story.

‘Starting from there?’

Rather than beginning after he’d grown considerably, Glen was starting from his probationary trainee days—it seemed he intended to recount Raon’s entire life story.

She wanted to suggest he start with more impressive accomplishments, but she couldn’t interrupt.

‘His expression is far too bright.’

Glen’s face looked so delighted as he spoke of Raon’s childhood that she simply couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

‘And besides….’

King Lecross, too, seemed captivated, perhaps because his impression of Raon was so favorable.

“…And so Raon won his first duel with confidence.”
“Ah, so he showed promise from an early age. Indeed, my third son praised Raon highly after his visit to Zigheart.”
“There’s more after that. Just as he was about to be recognized as a trainee and begin proper training, Martha….”

Just as Glen was about to shift the conversation to my days as a trainee, Derus Robert ascended the platform with measured steps.

“Hmm….”

Glen fell silent and called out to Derus Robert.

“How is the Blue Sword’s condition?”
“The diagnosis remains the same. It appears there will be some lingering aftereffects.”

Derus Robert shook his head slightly, his brows furrowed.

“Hmm….”

King Lecross’s expression darkened.

“Since this occurred within our kingdom, I cannot simply stand idle. If there is anything I can do to assist….”
“That won’t be necessary.”

Derus Robert shook his head gently.

“We all know it was Cardis who escalated the killing intent first. This is merely the consequence of his own actions.”
“Are you truly certain?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he regarded Derus Robert, his gaze calm yet offering silent support should it be needed.

“There is no need for concern. I have already devised several methods to address his condition. Besides, Cardis will have learned something valuable from this experience, and that alone satisfies me.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly, noting that he would need to depart tomorrow to mend Cardis’s arm.

“You remain unchanged.”
“Admirable indeed.”

Glen Zigheart and King Lecross let out admiration as they watched Derus Robert, who genuinely cared for his son.

“Wow….”
“As expected of Derus Robert.”
“There is no one else in this world with such benevolence.”
“No wonder the Southern Region enjoys such peace.”

The others in the Banquet Hall caught Derus Robert’s words and their eyes sparkled with renewed interest.

“Let’s set aside such gloomy talk.”

Derus Robert clapped his hands together and grasped a goblet filled with wine.

“Since it’s not easy for us to gather like this, why don’t we start with a toast?”

As he raised his glass, Glen Zigheart and King Lecross lifted theirs as well.

“Oh, count me in!”

Chamber, who had approached without warning, suspended a cup of juice in the air.

“Are you all going to have fun without me?”

Ogram leaped onto the Platform and raised his beer mug high.

Five glasses clinked together, their light reflecting in the eyes of the Six Emperors’ leaders standing below. All wore serene expressions, yet Derus Robert’s eyes were sunken as deep as an abyss.

“Wooooooooo!”
“Long live the Six Emperors!”
“Let us continue together!”

Everyone in the Banquet Hall, oblivious to the truth, offered applause and cheers—but there was one person who saw through it all.

I watched Derus Robert wave to the crowd amid their cheers and smiled.

‘He’s furious.’

Seething with rage.

Not only had his plan using Cardis failed, but Zigheart’s name had soared to the heavens, and the worst possible outcome had befallen Cardis—a permanent injury to his shoulder.
Beneath that composed facade, fury must be roiling within him, fierce enough to tear this entire place apart.

‘Derus Robert.’

He truly is a formidable opponent.

Despite the fury burning within, he wore such a benevolent smile on his face—a monster worthy of acknowledgment, even if he was an enemy. His patience made comparison with Cardis seem embarrassing.

‘But…’

The next provocation, he wouldn’t be able to endure.

Crimson lightning flickered across Raon’s pupils as he gazed at Derus Robert.

‘Because the treasure of the Underwater Dungeon you cherished so dearly will vanish.’

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