The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

“Me?”

I narrowed my eyes. Being summoned immediately after the match ended was suspicious—I couldn’t discern his intentions.

“Ah, to be precise, he said to bring the top trainee.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders.

‘The top trainee, then.’

That meant anyone who held the position would suffice. It seemed Glen had expected Martha to emerge victorious from this match.

‘How amusing.’

After Burren Zigheart, now Martha Zigheart as well. I’d crushed the top candidates Glen had anticipated one after another, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s the reason for the summons?”
“How would I know?”

Rimer pouted and shook his head. From that expression, it was clear he knew the reason, but he had no intention of telling me.

“When should I go?”

I asked while fingering the pouch heavy with gold coins in my pocket.

“Right now.”
“Understood.”

I nodded and brushed the dust from my clothes.

“You’re going like that? Aren’t you going to change?”
“No.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the Patriarch?”
“He’s not summoning me to devour me. There’s no reason to be afraid.”

Glen’s cold gaze was certainly unsettling, but there was no reason to fear it.

“You really are entertaining.”

Rimer chuckled and nodded with satisfaction, patting my shoulder approvingly.

“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”

I followed Rimer toward the Patriarch’s Reception Hall.

“Martha really lost?”
“To such a small child….”
“I can’t believe it.”
“Age aside, the talent difference should be enormous.”
“It must be luck. It has to be luck!”

The people we passed cast curious and astonished glances at me.

“Word of you defeating Martha has already spread, it seems.”

Rimer glanced back with a sly smile.

“Already?”
“The Zigheart clan is insular by nature.”

He muttered that while closed off to the outside world, rumors within the family spread like wind.

“Besides, Martha is exceptional enough to defeat others of the direct line. Defeating someone like that head-on—naturally the rumors spread.”
“I see.”
“So be careful. You fall as quickly as you rise.”

Rimer said this while pointing to himself with his thumb, seemingly referring to his own fall after his core was damaged.

“Anyway, congratulations. This is a good thing. Enjoy it.”

He whistled as he entered the Patriarch’s Hall. Whether arrangements had been made beforehand, the warriors stepped aside without obstruction.

“The Patriarch awaits you.”

As I stepped before the Audience Chamber after passing through the first-floor corridor, Roen, Glen Zigheart’s butler, smiled warmly and opened the door.

Thud.

With a sound that made my heart stop, the massive iron door split open, and a majestic aura that seemed to pierce the heavens poured forth from within.

I clutched my left chest.

‘Is this… his true power?’

Now that I had learned to sense aura, Glen Zigheart’s presence felt far more immense. The boundless, overwhelming force made my hands tremble uncontrollably.

-A mere human…

Even Wrath’s voice trembled, as though crushed beneath Glen Zigheart’s aura.

“Now that you have aura, you can truly feel it, can’t you?”

Rimer laughed, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“That is our king.”

He curled his lips upward and stepped inside.

“Mm…”

I swallowed hard and followed him. With each step forward, Glen Zigheart’s presence grew stronger. The immense force felt as though it were pressing down on my shoulders.

“We greet the Patriarch!”

I knelt simultaneously with Rimer, standing shoulder to shoulder. Only then did Glen Zigheart’s aura subside.

He controlled his presence in an instant. A power that reached the heavens—even Derus would struggle to match it.

“Rise.”

At his command, my body automatically straightened. When my eyes met Glen Zigheart’s crimson gaze, everything around me blurred. Truly, his presence was overwhelming.

“I’ve brought the senior trainee you summoned.”
“….”

Glen Zigheart didn’t respond to Rimer’s words and instead gazed at me intently. He seemed displeased, or perhaps serene—I couldn’t read his thoughts at all.

“Have you mastered the Flame Technique?”
“Yes.”
“How long did it take?”
“Approximately seven months.”
“Slow.”

He tilted his jaw slightly. He seemed to be expressing disdain.

“Manifest your aura.”

At Glen Zigheart’s command, I glanced at Rimer, silently asking with my eyes whether I could release my aura before the patriarch. He nodded in affirmation.

“Normally it wouldn’t be permitted, but he’s the one ordering you to do it.”
“Understood.”

I stood and clenched my fist, then opened it.

Whoosh!

With a sound like dying embers suddenly flaring back to life, brilliant crimson flames erupted. The first chapter of the Flame Technique—the first flame ignited.

“Is that the first stage of the Flame Technique?”

A subtle tremor flickered across Glen Zigheart’s eyes, which had seemed as murky as mud settling to the bottom.

“What did you envision as you awakened that aura?”
“A flame that never extinguishes and never breaks.”
“Never extinguishes?”
“I envisioned a flame that would never be snuffed out, no matter how fiercely the wind blew or how heavily the rain fell.”

Glen Zigheart kept his lips pressed firmly together, gazing at the flames dancing in my palm for a long moment. It might have been my imagination, but he seemed deeply moved.

“Not bad.”
“Pardon?”

I heard unexpected praise from him. Wondering if I’d misheard, I touched my ear.

“Fire-attribute swordsmen and mages boast the highest firepower, but they lack endurance and defense in equal measure. If you can master an undying flame, you might overcome those weaknesses depending on how you use it. Think carefully about how to wield it.”
“…I understand.”

I nodded with wide eyes. I never dreamed Glen Zigheart would offer such counsel. My voice trembled slightly.

“Don’t think it strange. I’m simply telling you now what I couldn’t say during the evaluation.”
“Ah….”

I understood. Glen hadn’t offered me any advice during the previous evaluation. It seemed he was now sharing the counsel he’d held back then.

‘A peculiar temperament.’

Glen was cold, as though carved from glacial ice, yet he did look after those under him.

He was the complete opposite of Derus, who appeared to care on the surface but treated humans like objects beneath.

“Now I’ll tell you why I called you here.”

Glen rested his chin on his hand and looked down at me.

“Around next year, I’ll assign you all a mission.”
“A mission, sir?”
“From your days as provisional trainees until now, it’s been well over a year since you began training. You’ve all acquired aura and become Sword Beginners, so it should be fine to venture outside.”
“Hmm….”
“Do you think you’re too young? Age matters nothing in combat. A swordsman must fight whenever and wherever they can draw a blade.”
‘That’s not it—I thought it was too soon.’

In my past life, I received assassination missions at eight, not fourteen. By that standard, this wasn’t early—it was late.

“Not just you, but all the trainees must prepare thoroughly. Be ready to fulfill your role in any situation, at any time.”
“…I understand.”
“You may go now.”

Glen closed his eyes and waved his hand. I knelt once more, bowed my head, and left the Audience Chamber.

“It’s time for missions.”

Rimer chuckled, interlacing his fingers behind his head.

“What mission will we be undertaking, sir?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Monster subjugation, VIP escort, dungeon exploration, bandit suppression—who knows what will come. As the Patriarch said, you’ll need to prepare for every possible scenario.”
“Will you be accompanying us as well, instructor?”
“I’ll go, but my mission differs from yours. My purpose as an instructor is to protect you all.”
“Understood.”
“Huh?”

Rimer’s eyes widened in surprise at my ready acceptance.

‘Naturally, one completes missions alone.’

Even when I received my first mission at eight years old, there was no support. An instructor to protect me in emergencies—what a luxury.

‘Zigheart is more lenient than I expected.’

I left the bewildered Rimer behind and departed the Patriarch’s Hall with a smile.

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After I left for the Annex Building, Rimer returned to the Audience Chamber.

“You seem to be in a good mood, sir?”

Rimer smiled as he looked at Glen standing on the dais.

“No different than usual.”
“Come now, your lips are curved up about two millimeters more than they normally are.”
“Stop spouting nonsense and tell me about Martha’s condition.”
“The contusions are severe, but with proper rest, she’ll recover. The real concern is the psychological trauma.”
“If she can’t overcome even that, there’s no reason for her to bear the Zigheart name.”

Glen spoke of the Zigheart spirit to Martha, who had been adopted at eight years old, without exception.

“Did you help Raon when he was drawing the image of fire?”
“I am his teacher in my own way. However, the choice was Raon’s. I merely showed him that multiple paths existed.”

Rimer continued with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What are your thoughts on witnessing the aura of the first Patriarch, as you had anticipated?”
“It was exactly as recorded. It was beautiful, like watching a flower made of flames. Its power was incomparable to its size.”
“Yes. It completely shattered Martha’s Titan Aura that she had accumulated over four years. The power was beyond reason. But didn’t you say the color would be golden?”
“The color will vary slightly depending on the power of the flames. Guide that child so he can continue walking the proper path.”
“Indeed, Patriarch, you do regard that child as special.”
“….”

Glen did not answer. He waved his hand with his eyes closed—a gesture meaning he was tired and wanted Rimer to leave.

“Then I shall entrust the children’s missions to you.”
“That is not my concern. The Administrative Bureau will handle such matters. Do not concern yourself with such things. Instead, raise the children to be strong enough to survive any mission.”
“Yes! I will ensure the children receive thorough training so they do not grow complacent.”
“All I can say is that you should do better yourself.”

Glen let out a snort of laughter as he observed Rimer’s confident expression.

“That is what you call being a cautionary tale.”

Rimer laughed without backing down.

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“Hmm?”

Judith turned her head at the sound of footsteps from behind as she tended to the Garden.

“Oh! R-Raon, young master!”

Raon was gazing down at her intently. The moment their eyes met, her heart seemed to sink.

“You’ve arrived!”

I rose to my feet, examining his appearance. Though dust clung heavily to his clothes, he bore no visible injuries.

‘Could it be… he won? Against Martha?’

The news had circulated for a month now—I knew Raon was scheduled to spar with Martha Zigheart today.

But winning? And emerging so completely unscathed? I had never imagined such a possibility.

“Did you win the sparring match?”
“What do you think?”

Raon smiled faintly.

“Ah…”

That victorious smile brought back memories of that night. The crimson eyes rising above the Lake—they were nothing short of the embodiment of terror itself.

‘That’s right. This monster could never lose to a mere prodigy.’

I understood anew what Raon Zigheart truly was.

“The Central Intelligence Agency will contact me soon. They’ll demand a more thorough investigation.”
“Y-yes, I suppose so.”
“Write down whatever they request and bring it to me.”
“Understood.”

He entered the Annex Building with a smile that sent shivers down my spine. Judith felt cold sweat trickling down her back as the weeds in her hand fell to the ground.

“A monster who crushes geniuses…”

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“Raon!”

As soon as Raon entered the Annex Building, he came face to face with Sylvia, who was putting on her outer robe.

“Where are you going?”
“Where am I going? You said you’d come home today, but you didn’t show up, so I was about to go look for you!”

Sylvia pushed off the ground and rushed toward him, moving faster than most swordsmen.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Her eyes darted left and right without pause, like falling autumn leaves.

“I’m not hurt.”
“Phew…”

Sylvia exhaled a sigh of relief and placed a hand over her heart. Yet her eyes continued their inspection of Raon’s body.

“Was the sparring match cancelled?”
“No. I won.”
“But you said you’re not hurt?”
“I didn’t get hit.”
“What, you won without taking a single blow?”
“Yes.”
“R-really?”

Helen dropped the outer robe she had been holding for Sylvia.

Everyone knew that Martha’s talent was comparable to that of the direct bloodline, so their shock was understandable.

“Ah, if you’re not hurt, let’s eat first! Helen, prepare dinner right away!”
“It’s fine.”
“Huh? You haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
“I have something to do today.”

Raon touched the wooden case containing the elixir in his pocket and shook his head.

It was time to grow stronger once more.

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