The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 335

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Chapter 335

I watched Dorian, who seemed at a loss for words, and smirked slightly.

‘So that’s the mystery behind his bottomless bag.’

The Sepia Trading Company was a general store that didn’t specialize in any single category of goods.

Because Dorian was the young master of the Sepia Trading Company, it made sense that his bag had produced such an astonishing array of items one after another.

-I knew it would be like this! the True Demon King exclaimed.

Wrath, who had been standing dumbfounded, quickly nodded in agreement.

-Did you think I would accept just anyone as my subordinate? I recognized the noble aura emanating from that fellow and accepted him into my service!

He puffed out his chest, boasting about his own discerning eye.

‘As always, his bluster…’

Such boasting wasn’t even a lie—it was pure nonsense flowing out effortlessly.

I shook my head and looked at Dorian.

“You shouldn’t have called me young master. I should have been the one calling you young master.”

From the moment we first met, Dorian had addressed me as young master. Now that I thought about it, it was I who should have been called young master.

“No, no! Absolutely not!”

Dorian shook his head vigorously.

“In terms of background alone, yours is far superior to mine.”

Compared to me, who had been treated as the lowest branch family member of the Zigheart Family, Dorian’s position as the son of the Sepia Trading Company was undoubtedly higher.

“So why did the young master of a trading company hide his identity?”

I settled my gaze, letting my eyes grow calm. Given Dorian’s nature, he wouldn’t deceive me, but I needed to understand his reasons clearly.

“Sigh….”

Dorian exhaled deeply and lifted his head.

“I’m truly not the legitimate heir. I’m a bastard child.”

He rubbed his belly pouch nervously, his head bowed low.

“Being a bastard and the youngest, I received nothing but mistreatment until I left the family.”
“Mistreatment?”
“Yes. The Trading Company Master treated me as though I barely existed, and my older siblings tormented me daily.”

Dorian’s voice carried a sorrowful flatness, as if not a shred of affection remained between him and the Sepia Trading Company.

‘Perhaps he took care of me because our lives were so similar….’

It seemed that from our first meeting, when Dorian showed me favor and spoke to me, he had recognized in me his own reflection from his time at the Trading Company.

“At the Sepia Trading Company, I was as good as nonexistent, and since there was nothing to gain, I didn’t mention it. I apologize….”

Dorian kept his mouth firmly shut, his head still lowered.

“No. You don’t need to share every personal detail.”

I waved my hand dismissively. Everyone has secrets they wish to keep. There’s no need for a subordinate—or even a close friend—to know everything.

“But Sepia is in the Southwest Region. How did you end up coming to Zigheart?”
“The Trading Company Master gave me a test.”
“The Trading Company Master is your father, right?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Hmm….”

The fact that he called him the Trading Company Master rather than father suggested he truly had grown up without proper regard. This too mirrored my own experience.

“What kind of test was it?”
“He said that whoever took something from within the Trading Company and created the greatest treasure from it would become the successor to the Sepia Trading Company. Naturally, all the heirs of the family participated.”

Dorian exhaled deeply, as if recalling those days.

“Since we had the right to choose in order of birth, my older brother and sisters took the Trading Company Master’s connections, trading rights, gold coins, and talented people from the company. All that was left for me was this one thing.”

He chuckled softly while brushing his hand over the ship pouch.

“That pouch doesn’t look so bad, though?”

Dorian’s ship pouch was different from a typical spatial pouch.
Its storage method was peculiar, and it appeared to have no spatial limitations whatsoever—a treasure beyond valuation.

“The Trading Company Master never explained what it was, so nobody knew its true nature.”
“Ah….”

That made sense. They would naturally choose the conspicuous connections, trading rights, and merchandise over an unidentified pouch.

“Once I realized it was a spatial pouch, I stuffed everything from the company warehouse into it and ran away. I had no intention of inheriting the trading company anyway, so I had no thoughts of returning.”

Dorian’s eyes brightened. From his expression, it seemed he had truly suffered while trapped in the trading company.

“I happened to meet a Zigheart swordmaster while heading north, and he recommended me for having some talent. That’s how I ended up here.”
“What about your mother?”
“She passed away when I was born, I’m told. Since I never knew her face, it doesn’t sadden me much.”

Dorian raised his hand with an indifferent expression.

“That’s all there is to it. Not very interesting, is it?”
“I suppose not….”

I nodded. I had thought him a young master, but he was nothing of the sort. He seemed to have been born into circumstances similar to mine—or perhaps even worse.

‘However….’

Several questions lingered.

Given that the pouch’s abilities were never explained to him, allowing it to fall into Dorian’s hands, and that no one stopped a child from stealing the company’s goods, there was likely a hidden circumstance behind it all.

-Tsk.

Wrath wiped his nose with the back of his hand against his eyes.

-How pitiful. That young one….
‘This guy is really….’

Wrath was ill-suited to be a Demon King, let alone one consumed by rage. I genuinely wanted to see who had appointed him to such a position.

“So what’s the reason for calling you back?”
“It’s probably a mid-term inspection.”
“Mid-term inspection?”
“Yes. The deadline was ten years, and nearly eight years have passed now. They’re checking to see what you’ve accomplished.”

Dorian sighed, saying the other brothers had probably already heard the summons.

“Then you have to go.”
“Pardon?”
“You can’t just throw away the chance to become the chairman of the Sepia Trading Company.”
“But, but I’m illegitimate. How could I possibly….”

He shook his head vigorously, as if it were absolutely impossible.

“Giving up before you even try isn’t the way of the Gwangpung Unit.”
“Ah….”

At my gentle yet firm words, Dorian’s eyes widened like a full moon.

“If you succeed, you become the chairman. If you fail, you just keep living with the Gwangpung Unit like now. You have nothing to lose. Besides….”

I raised my hand and clenched my fist tightly.

“It’s your chance to get back at the brothers who tormented you. To have your revenge.”
“That’s, that’s true. There’s no need to be afraid already. It’s a bit scary, but….”

True to his cowardly nature, Dorian nodded while his chin trembled.

“Since we don’t know when you’ll leave, prepare for departure. I’m coming with you.”
“R-Raon, you’re coming too?”
“Your kidnapping was my fault, so I should at least go and pay my respects. Besides, if I send you alone, I’m worried you’ll just shrink back and not say a word. I’m anxious about it.”
“Ah, yes!”

He nodded with a brightened expression, as if sunlight had illuminated his face, and rushed into the Dormitory.

-You….

Wrath glared at me with narrowed eyes.

-You’re not supporting that fool—you’re making him the Trading Company master to use him!
‘So you’re finally catching on.’
-Ah, more wicked than a demon itself! Your heart must surely be blackened with sin!
‘Just joking.’

I smiled, watching Dorian’s retreating back.

‘He showed me kindness, so I should return it.’

It would be nice to gain control of the Trading Company, but it doesn’t matter if I don’t. I simply wanted to be a source of strength for Dorian, who had endured nothing but mistreatment in a household he despised returning to.

‘Then I should also…hmm?’

I felt someone’s gaze from the Garden behind me. I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword and turned around.

‘Is that… an owl?’

A young owl perched in a tree was staring in my direction.

‘Must have been my imagination.’

It had felt like a person watching me, not a wild animal—I must have been mistaken.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled and was about to head to Glen’s Dormitory when the owl spread its wings, descended from the tree, and flew toward me.

“Screech.”

The owl gave an adorable eye-smile and gently landed on my shoulder.

“Could it be….”
“That guess is correct.”

Merlin’s voice flowed from within the owl’s beak.

“Ugh….”

I unfolded my mana barrier to block the sound from escaping, then smacked my forehead.

‘This deranged stalker….’

Frowning, I moved toward a corner with fewer people.

-Eeeek!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he stared at the owl.

-Truly a phantom! Why in the world does it follow thee!
‘…I have no idea either.’

I never expected to be approached by a squirrel, then a Sparrow, and now an owl—all of them somehow coaxed into speech. What amused me most was that all three were adorably cute in appearance.

“You finally claimed the championship. You were truly magnificent.”
“You saw all of that too?”
“How could I miss your performance? I watched clearly as you brought Garona to his knees and severed Cardis’s arm.”
“The Head of House and the other leaders of the Six Emperors were there though?”
“They cannot stop me.”

Merlin lifted her wings and laughed. The owl’s eyes curved into crescent moons like a human’s.

‘What kind of obsession is this….’

If it were the preliminaries, perhaps. But from the semifinals onward, all the leaders of the Six Emperors had gathered. I found it hard to believe that Merlin, belonging to Eden, had managed to watch the matches while evading them.

“The more I see you, the more I anticipate your future. I’m thrilled wondering what kind of man you’ll become.”

Merlin rubbed her cheek with her wing. She was trying to be seductive, but in the form of a young owl, she only appeared endearing.

“Both we and the White Blood Cult won’t be able to move for a while, so feel free to do as you please.”
“The White Blood Cult too?”

I’d heard that Eden wouldn’t make a move, but I hadn’t expected the White Blood Cult to remain still as well.

“Thanks to your monster grandfather, the White Blood Cult took considerable damage too.”

Merlin smiled brightly and fluttered her wings.

“So next, are you going to that softie’s house from a moment ago?”
“….”

I didn’t answer and instead gazed at the owl perched with Merlin.

“As I’ve said before, your path and mine diverge. Even if you give me information like this, there’s nothing I can offer you in return.”

Whether Merlin was looking at me instead of Rocta, our paths still didn’t align. I was grateful for the information, but I didn’t want to accept it while harboring deception.

“I already told you. It doesn’t matter.”

Merlin chuckled and spread her wings.

“Besides, paths always converge eventually. I could come to you, or you could come to me, right?”
“That won’t happen.”

I shook my head firmly.

“You can only know where a path ends by walking it. In the end, we’ll walk together.”

Merlin’s eyes softened with a gentle curve.

“I’ll keep watching over you from now on.”

She preened the feathers around her belly with her beak and fluttered her wings.

“Feed this little one some insects, will you?”
“Ah, so don’t make me keep that promise….”
“Screech.”

Just as I was about to say that promise was yours to keep, the owl let out a cry.

“Caw!”

The creature pecked at my shoulder with its talons, urging me to produce food immediately.

-Krkrkr.

Wrath lifted his chin as he observed the scene.

-That stalker is creepy, but watching you panic is delightful.

He chuckled as he watched the owl urging me for food and my furrowed brow.

“How am I supposed to find insects here?”
“Master!”

As I frowned at the owl, Dorian suddenly burst out from the Dormitory again.

“We’re not leaving tomorrow right away, are we?”
“No. But….”

I pointed at the owl perched on my shoulder with my finger and exhaled sharply.

“Do you have insects too?”
“….”

Dorian stared blankly at the owl before opening his mouth.

“Are you… running a zoo, sir?”

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Glen Zigheart had returned from the banquet and was enjoying a light after-party with Roen and Sheryl.

“The Zigheart Family gained the most from this Six Emperors conference.”

Sheryl tilted her glass with a subtle smile.

“Yes. Thanks to Raon and the Gale Wind Squad swordsmen, the Zigheart Family’s reputation has risen even higher.”

Roen nodded in agreement.

“The Gwangpung Unit is impressive, but Raon’s growth rate is nothing short of miraculous. When we went on missions together, he was at the peak of Expert rank, and now he’s already at intermediate Master rank. Even watching him closely, I can hardly believe it.”

Sheryl shook her head in disbelief, muttering under her breath.

“What’s even more astonishing is his explosive power. In this duel, there wasn’t a single opponent weaker than Raon. Matheus, Borini Kitten, Garona, Cardis—I have no idea how he manages to defeat opponents stronger than himself so consistently.”
“I’m amazed every time I see it. There’s normally an enormous gap between Master ranks, yet I don’t understand how he bridges that chasm.”

Roen exhaled deeply, saying he’d never encountered a warrior like Raon before.

After lavishing praise on Raon, the two of them turned their gaze simultaneously toward Glen Zigheart.

“Ahem!”

A flush crept across Glen Zigheart’s face. With his left hand supporting his chin, he barely managed to suppress the corners of his mouth from rising uncontrollably, as if they were reaching toward the heavens.

“Well, that boy certainly has something unique about him. He didn’t become strong merely through the power of fortune—he reached that position through effort, so his martial foundation itself is solid. He’s trained swordsmanship that lower-tier warriors can never penetrate, and even against higher-tier warriors, he can exploit openings. And besides…”

The corners of his mouth, which he’d been forcibly restraining, gradually began to lift.

“His fighting spirit and sense of justice are the finest I’ve ever seen in any young warrior. Where else would you find such a fool who leaps into the sky to save people during a sparring match!”

Though he called me a fool, Glen Zigheart’s eyes were brimming with pride in Raon.

“Absolutely.”
“Of course.”

Roen and Sheryl chuckled as they watched the excited Glen Zigheart.

“This duel will have spread word of what kind of warrior Raon is across the entire Continent.”

Sheryl lightly tapped the table with a smile.

“With the epithet ‘White Dragon Swordmaster,’ he’s already transcended the rank of mere prospect.”

An epithet with “dragon” attached signifies the highest tier of prospect—recognition that placed Raon on par with the upper echelon of the Twelve Continents.

“I’ve already surpassed the halfway point of my current realm, so I should reach Master-rank next year.”
“Master-rank at twenty years old—you’re truly rewriting history.”

Sheryl and Roen continued praising me while savoring Glen’s attempts to suppress his emotions.

“Ahem, well, that’s true. Raon doesn’t just have talent—he never stops working hard. I’m curious to see what he’ll become tomorrow.”

Glen nodded and clamped his mouth shut completely. Yet his eyes were laughing, so he couldn’t hide his amusement.

Knock, knock.

As the three of us enjoyed our pleasant time, a knock sounded at the door. None of us were startled, as we all knew who had knocked.

“I’ll answer it.”

Roen stood and opened the door. I bowed my head with a hand over my chest.

“I apologize for the late hour.”
“What is it?”

Glen’s expression hardened instantly, his eyes turning cold as he raised his chin.

“I have something to tell you.”
“Speak.”

I closed the door behind me and stepped forward to stand before Glen.

“A short while ago, someone came looking for Dorian, the quartermaster of the Gwangpung Unit. He was….”

I explained Dorian’s situation to Glen. The three of them listened without any visible reaction.

‘Did they already know everything?’

Even when the name Sepia came up, the three showed little reaction. It seemed they had known all along.

“So you’re saying you’ll go with that girl?”
“Dorian was kidnapped because of me. I want to go, explain myself, apologize, and repay at least some of what he lost.”

I spoke the truth without a shred of deception.

“Received?”
“Dorian approached me when the family members kept their distance. Though I may not be of great help, I want to assist him as much as possible.”
“I see.”

Glen nodded slightly, his hand cupping his chin as he pressed his lips together.

“Haven’t you considered the possibility of being kidnapped again?”
“You’ve already shown us directly what happens when the Head of House kidnaps a Zigheart swordsman. No madman like that will emerge again.”

Eden’s branch had crumbled, and the White Blood Cult had lost countless apostles and followers—no lunatic would dare lay hands on a Zigheart swordsman for a while.

“However….”

I touched my uniform lightly and lowered my gaze.

“Just to be safe, I’m planning to slip away midway while pretending to return together. Of course, I’ll disguise myself.”
“Hmm….”
“Please grant me permission.”

I bowed my head respectfully.

“Mm….”

Glen stroked his beard and looked at my hand.

“Do you still have the ring Chamber gave you?”
“Ah, I left it at the Dormitory.”
“Wear that ring at all times.”
“Does it have a location tracking function?”
“…Something similar.”

He emphasized once more that I must never remove it, his eyes narrowing.

“Depart from Silpin Village in four days.”
“Thank you.”
“If you carry the name of Zigheart, resolve your affairs properly before you return.”
“Understood.”

I bowed respectfully and left the Dormitory.

“Heh heh.”
“It would have been nice if we could have returned together… hmm?”

Roen and Sheryl watched Glen with concern, worried he might feel disappointed at being separated from Raon. But contrary to their expectations, Glen was covering his eyes.

“You, you’re too….”

He gazed toward the door through which Raon had departed, his mouth trembling.

“How admirable—to care so deeply for one’s comrades. How can such a child exist in this world….”

Glen’s hands trembled, not from disappointment but from the overwhelming pride he felt in his grandson’s noble heart.

“….”

Sheryl and Roen shook their heads as they watched Glen. There was no way they could tease him in such a state.

‘His grandson complex has reached critical levels….’

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Two days later.
The Zigheart Family Estate departed from the Owen Kingdom, following the Robert Family’s exodus.

“Waaaaaaaaa!”
“The White Sword Dragon! The White Sword Dragon!”
“Zigheart! Zigheart!”
“We will never forget that duel!”
“Thank you for saving us!”
“We look forward to your future endeavors!”

The citizens of the Owen Kingdom cheered, calling out not only Glen’s name but also those of Raon and the Zigheart Family. It was a complete reversal from their arrival in this place.

“Ooh!”
“Our popularity is no joke, is it?”
“It feels like we’re returning to Zigheart, not Owen.”
“Right. We don’t even get this kind of cheering back at the estate.”

The Gwangpung Unit waved their hands in response to the kingdom citizens’ roaring cheers.

“They’re calling me the Whirlwind Swordsman! My epithet is being used too.”
“Don’t call me the Rakshasa Woman!”

Burren smirked upon hearing his epithet, while Martha glared at the person who’d called her the Rakshasa Woman as if she might kill them.

“Sigh….”

Dorian exhaled a sigh so deep it seemed the earth itself might collapse, clearly worried about returning home.

“….”

As always, only Lunan remained vacant, his gaze fixed blankly on the sky.

I narrowed my eyes, listening to the laughter of the Gwangpung Unit echoing from behind.

‘They’ve already fallen for it.’

Watching the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit’s reactions, I could tell that once they returned to the estate, they’d struggle to focus on training and would grow complacent.

‘I need to keep them in check.’

If we were returning together, it wouldn’t matter. But since we’d be apart for a while, I needed to keep their resolve firm.

Gooooo.

I sealed off the Gwangpung Unit with a barrier and turned around.

“You all know that Dorian and I are leaving tomorrow, right?”
“Uh, yeah….”
“O-of course we do.”
“We know, but why are you suddenly bringing that up….”

The Gwangpung Unit trembled at Raon’s cold voice.

“When I return to the Family, anyone whose growth fails to satisfy me….”
“Ugh!”
“Kgh….”

Raon swept his icy gaze across the Gwangpung Unit. They swallowed hard, their faces pale with dread.

“You’ll undergo intensive concentration training for one month.”
“O-one month?”
“This is insane….”
“W-we’ll die!”
“That’s not training a human can endure!”

The Gwangpung Unit waved their hands frantically, as if Raon had lost his mind.

“You won’t die if you train diligently.”
“But how much growth satisfies you? You have to tell us the standard!”

Burren Zigheart raised his hand in protest.

“I’ll judge when I return.”

Raon smiled and twirled his finger. The message was clear—I’ll be the judge, so you just focus on training.

“Damn it!”
“We’re doomed!”
“We won’t even get rest when we return….”
“Mother….”

The Gwangpung Unit’s eyes glistened with tears as they gripped the reins.

“That demonic bastard!”
“Not a demon—that guy’s a True Demon King! A True Demon King of mockery!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha gnashed their teeth as they glared at Raon.

-Ohoho! As expected, the eye girl and the beef girl understand! This guy’s malice is True Demon King-class! Even I get beaten down by him every day!

Wrath flew toward Burren Zigheart and Martha, shaking his head vigorously.

I chuckled softly and turned my body back around.

‘That should handle their training.’

The Gwangpung Unit was strong now. If I simply created some arbitrary benchmark, they’d shatter it quickly and have nothing left to strive for. Instead, I’d given them a reason to continue honing themselves until the very end.

“Lord Raon. Are we heading to our estate right away?”
“I’d like to, but let me do one good deed first.”
“A good deed?”
“Yes.”

I nodded and looked up at the sky.

‘I can’t let it happen again.’

Whether it was Eden or Derus, suffering through it once was enough. To prevent any possibility of Derus’s involvement, I needed to pin him down here, firmly and completely.

First, I’d take away four hours from him.

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