The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 374

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Chapter 374

-What, what is this?

Wrath floated up into the air and glared down at Glen Zigheart from above and below.

-Two things?! Why is this ice-cold old geezer acting like this too! Why does he always make me itch to give nothing when it comes to this bastard!

He shrieked as if questioning whether the world was truly meant to work this way.

“Head of House.”

I ignored Wrath and stepped forward before Glen Zigheart once more.

“Did you truly mean what you just said?”
“I did.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with an arrogant bearing. His long fingers pointed toward Sheryl, Roen, and Rimer below the platform.

“Look at those wretches. If I don’t give you something and send you away, they’ll chatter all night long, so I have no choice but to give you something appropriate.”
“But why did you tell me to name two things?”

I had already received the golden badge, the greatest reward. He could have asked for just one thing, yet he told me to name two. I couldn’t help but wonder.

“What you’ve done is so… troublesome. Just say what you want already!”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand dismissively, turning his head away as if annoyed.

“How much longer do you intend to keep me awake?”

The warmth that had briefly entered his demeanor froze over once more, pressing down upon my shoulders with renewed coldness.

-This old bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth while glaring at Glen Zigheart.

-If you’re going to be angry about it, don’t give it in the first place!

He didn’t expect even me to become a fool, and tears glistened in his eyes.

“I apologize.”
“What are you saying?”

As Raon lowered his head, Rimer’s voice came from behind.

“You call him here first, then say he can’t sleep? What kind of situation is that supposed to be… Cough!”
“Shut up.”

As Rimer shrugged, Sheryl struck his side.

“Rimer….”

Glen Zigheart naturally heard those words and glared at Rimer as if he wanted to kill him.

“Hmm….”

Raon’s fingertips trembled slightly at the increasingly chilling atmosphere.

‘He’s right, but what an idiot.’

Rimer had certainly spoken the truth, but it wasn’t something to say so openly in front of the Head of House. He was a fascinating person every time I saw him.

‘What I want….’

Thanks to obtaining assistance from the Sepia Trading Company, I had anticipated receiving a gold badge, but I hadn’t considered additional rewards. My mind raced quickly as I recalled what I needed most right now.

“First, I need a martial arts manual regarding the secret blade technique.”
“The secret blade? You’re going to learn the secret blade technique now?”
“I’m learning it, though imperfectly.”
“But why do you want a martial arts manual about the secret blade technique?”
“I asked Mark Goeten, a Continental Master Craftsman I met at the Sepia Trading Company, to forge a secret blade for me, and I want to master the martial arts that befits that blade.”

The secret blade techniques I knew were ones I had been learning during my time in Shadow. Since I couldn’t use those, I intended to obtain a secret blade martial arts manual from Glen Zigheart and create an entirely new martial art.

“Mark Goeten? Do you mean the leader of the Grey Hammer Guild? I haven’t heard such a story?”

Glen Zigheart gestured with his finger as if telling me to speak quickly.

“To put it simply….”

I explained the transaction I had conducted with Borgos, which I hadn’t mentioned before.

“…I see.”

Glen Zigheart suddenly sank deeper into his seat and nodded.

“Then, is there a martial technique you desire?”
“I would be grateful if the Head of House would recommend one.

He had transferred a sword technique called Gwang Ah Sword—something difficult to obtain even with a gold token—for merely a silver token. I entrusted him with this request, hoping he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

“Ahem! Then I shall select something appropriate for you.”

Glen Zigheart covered his mouth as he coughed and nodded.

“Then what is your second request?”
“I wish to obtain a useful saber.”

I glanced at the sword at my waist and lowered my head.

“A saber? Why would a swordsman seek a saber?”
“Not for myself, but for my retainer to wield.”
“Your retainer?”
“I was meaning to explain this as well.”
“You’re quite troublesome. Explain the situation quickly.”

Glen Zigheart gestured, his eyes gleaming with subtle light despite his words.

“Yes. Before taking the successor’s test, a problem arose with Palen Sepia, and….”

I briefly explained how I came to have Mark Goeten.

“…So this Mark Goeten follows you?”
“That is correct.”
“You’ve been through quite the ordeal in such a short time.”

Glen Zigheart exhaled in disbelief.

“But I don’t understand why you accepted him. Isn’t he a failure?”
“Because he’s endured a long and dark failure, I believe only success awaits him from now on. The past cannot be changed, but the future can be.”

Watching Mark Goeten climb the mountain, I gained conviction.
I couldn’t guarantee his actual combat power would strengthen, but his spirit would certainly be able to reach higher places.

“…I see.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with a somewhat bitter gleam in his eyes.

“Very well.”

As he snapped his fingers, a golden dimensional rift opened in the empty air.

Whoooosh!

Dozens of blades burst forth from the grandly unfurled dimensional gate, filling my vision. Each one was a weapon worthy of being called a famous blade.

“Choose a blade yourself.”
“Understood.”

I selected a black blade similar in form to the weapon Mark Goeten had originally used. The blade bore the inscription “Black Line Sword.”

“I’ll take this one.”
“Then only the martial arts manual remains.”

As Glen Zigheart snapped his fingers a second time, the blades that had filled the air vanished into the dimension, and two books emerged.

“Take them.”
“Huh? This is volume two….”
“They’re a set.”
“A set…?”

I examined the books Glen Zigheart had given me. The first martial arts manual was titled “White Thunder Blade Technique,” and the second was titled “Crushing Explosion Technique.” Their names were so different they could never be a set.

“White Thunder Blade Technique focuses on speed, while Crushing Explosion Technique emphasizes power—both are secret blade arts. Since you’ll combine those two techniques to create something new, they’re a set. Aren’t they?”

Glen Zigheart’s speech suddenly accelerated by roughly 1.5 times. Fearing he’d confiscate them if I disagreed, I quickly nodded.

“Y-yes, that’s three sets. Thank you so much.”

In any case, it was a good outcome. I bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart with genuine gratitude.

-Eeeeeek!

Wrath stretched his body and lunged toward Glen Zigheart’s face.

-This makes three, not two! This old fool is the biggest sucker of all. A complete pushover!

He grabbed Glen Zigheart by the collar and shook him violently. Of course, it had no effect whatsoever, but my heart still raced with anxiety at the possibility.

I stepped forward toward Glen Zigheart while maintaining the most composed expression I could muster.

“Head of House, there’s some dust on you.”

While pretending to brush off the dust, I yanked Wrath away from Glen Zigheart’s collar.

“Hmm….”

Even though Glen Zigheart knew I had no intention of causing harm, he glared at me with a chilling gaze.

“Now that you’ve received everything, you should be on your way.”

He waved his hand dismissively, his voice growing even colder, as if shooing away flies.

“Yes.”

I bowed once more and descended from the platform.

“Thank you both as well.”

I offered my gratitude to Sheryl and Roen, who had cheered me on and praised me.

“What did we do? You did it all yourself.”
“Indeed. It was all thanks to the Deputy Patriarch.”

The two smiled and told me to go rest quickly.

“Hey! What about me!”

Rimer, who had been left without a greeting, pointed at himself with his finger.

“You’re still here?”
“Still here? Still here?! You brat! If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten that! Even if I showered you with gold, it wouldn’t be enough!”

I had only jested a little, but his words held truth.

“Thank you for looking after me, Unit Commander. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

At the Cliff.

Raon smiled and bowed his head to Rimer.

“Kuh! Yes, go well.”

Rimer waved his hand with a broad grin, his sullenness melting away.

Raon gathered a sword, two martial arts manuals, and a golden token before leaving the Audience Chamber.

Glen leaned back against the Jade Throne and exhaled a long breath only after a minute had passed since Raon’s departure.

“Phew…”

He smiled as he looked at Sheryl, Roen, and Rimer below him.

“Did you all see it?”
“Moving the Sepia Trading Company, causing major incidents every time he goes out. Hehe!”
“His capacity seems to grow larger and larger.”

Roen and Sheryl nodded with subtle smiles.

“That’s not it! Raon’s martial prowess has reached Master-level Advanced! To reach that level in such a short time—I can’t even fathom where that boy’s limits lie.”

Glen’s hardened eyes softened like spring snow melting away.

“A child so outstanding, wise, and kind—there’s none like him anywhere.”

He spoke in an affectionate tone as if he would embrace Raon if he were standing before him.

“Now that I think about it, your momentum was certainly different.”
“The transaction with Sepia Trading Company was such a tremendous achievement that I failed to notice.”

Roen and Sheryl nodded with vacant eyes, as if they had only just recalled Raon’s presence.

“Then did you see that?”

Glen Zigheart posed a question similar to his first, his eyes gleaming with inexhaustible enthusiasm.

“It was remarkable how you pressured Continental Master Craftsmen Borgos into not only providing funds but also commissioning him to craft daggers.”
“Many sought to take Nakhwado with them, but you were the first to obtain him. It speaks to your charm in drawing people to your side.”
“Both of you are wrong. This time, he’s talking about the transaction with Sepia Trading Company!”

Roen, Sheryl, and Rimer each cried out what they believed Glen was praising Raon for.

“Not those trivial things! Did you see how Raon brushed the dust off me just now? In that brief moment, he noticed the dust and cleaned it away! How can he be so warm-hearted….”

Glen Zigheart beamed with genuine delight, as if the fact that I had wiped the dust from his clothes was more praiseworthy than anything else.

“Uh….”
“Ah….”

Sheryl and Roen’s eyes widened to the point of tearing, as if they had never imagined it could be about that.

“Sigh, this is too childish. I can’t play along with this.”

Rimer turned away, exhausted.

“I’ll head out first. I need to sleep early today so tomorrow I can deal with that monster brat… huh?”

As he moved toward the exit of the Audience Chamber, Sheryl and Roen suddenly appeared and seized both his arms.

“What, what is this! Why again!”
“The Head of House said earlier that he wanted to play with you a bit.”
“What nonsense! I didn’t do anything! Let go!”
“Hehehehe!”

Roen gripped my arm so tightly that the blood couldn’t flow, refusing to let go.

“Ah, please stop smiling like that! I’m terrified!”

Rimer struggled and thrashed, trying to break free, but the two arms holding him were as unyielding as iron vines.

Rumble!

At the deafening roar from above, I trembled and lifted my head.

“Wh….”

Following Glen Zigheart’s gesture, a crimson lightning bolt sliced through the air like a blade, spreading across the entire ceiling of the Audience Chamber. At the thunder that roared like a monster’s cry, a hollow laugh escaped me involuntarily.

“Again today….”

As Rimer’s hollow voice faded, the lightning crashed down.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

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At the summit of Bekmang Mountain’s cliff.
Dorian’s surroundings were packed with miscellaneous items as if he were running a pawn shop. He indiscriminately hurled the larger objects over the cliff’s edge.

“Ahhhhh!”
“Gahhhhh!”
“Raon, you damn bastaaard!”

Each time, screams from the Gwangpung Order members echoed from below.

“You’re really fun.”

Every time I dropped a stone or large object, another member fell away, so there was no way this wasn’t entertaining. Joy bubbled up endlessly, and laughter kept spilling out.

“This time….”

Dorian grinned wickedly and pulled a carriage wheel from his spatial pouch—a massive wheel that had once belonged to the cart used to transport the people they’d rescued from the Zamari Mountain Range.

“Here goes!”

He hurled the carriage wheel toward the direction Crain was ascending. The wheel tumbled down the cliff face and struck Crain squarely on the crown of his head.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Crain’s grip weakened, and he plummeted toward the ground alongside the carriage wheel.

“Raon! You bastard!”

He hurled curses at Raon as he vanished into the mist.

“Since I’m not the one being cursed, there’s no burden on me.”

The Gwangpung Order members felt no fear as they continued hurling rocks and debris, knowing only Raon would bear the brunt of their curses each time they fell.

Dorian kept dropping the ascending Gwangpung Order members by throwing worn chairs and even tables at them.

Lost in the moment, relieving stress without a care, I suddenly heard the sound of breathing directly below.

“Huh…?”

Startled, I hastily peered over the cliff’s edge. Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion had climbed nearly to the top.

‘What, what?! Why are these people here!’

I’d thought I’d sent them tumbling down, but somehow they’d managed to endure and climb all the way up.

‘This is bad! If they catch me, I’m dead!’

Raon, the one who’d actually been tormenting the members, wasn’t here. If they caught me, I’d definitely get beaten.

“Eeeek!”

Dorian quickly thrust his hand into his spatial pouch and retrieved the largest rock and log he’d stored yet.

‘If I don’t kill them, they’ll kill me!’

I rolled logs and boulders down the cliff toward the three ascending figures.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The cliff trembled as if it might collapse, and a violent impact swept over Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Martha, but the three of them held firm by driving their fists into the cliff face.

“This won’t work!”

Just as Dorian desperately tried to pull out the Eight-Horse Carriage entirely, six hands appeared over the cliff’s edge. What followed were three pairs of sinister, glowing eyes.

The eyes that had been spinning like demons turned toward me.

“Dorian.”
“So it wasn’t Raon, but you.”
“You’re dead!”

Lunan Slion, Burren Zigheart, and Martha climbed over the cliff’s edge simultaneously and approached. It felt like the Grim Reaper himself was drawing near with his scythe.

“It’s not me! The Deputy Commander and the Commander threw stones and ran away!”

Dorian shook his head frantically, backing away in desperation to survive.

“Hm?”
“They ran away?”

Lunan Slion and Martha stopped, their expressions darkening.

“No.”

Burren Zigheart’s gaze shifted from Dorian to the equipment laid out on the cliff, and he gnashed his teeth.

He picked up a funnel-shaped artifact from the pile, his eyes igniting with fury.

“This is a voice-changing artifact! Everything was done in Raon’s voice by this bastard!”
“N-no, that’s just something I laid out! I really didn’t—Gack!”
“Shut up!”

Dorian was struck by Martha’s fist and driven into the ground.

“Stomp him!”
“Aaaaaaaah!”
….

Martha, Burren Zigheart, and Lunan Slion began stomping on Dorian, and the other members of the Gwangpung Order who arrived late voluntarily joined in this noble endeavor.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Following the screams from the Audience Chamber, another cry of agony erupted from atop a cliff on Bekmang Mountain.

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Raon rubbed his ears as he stepped out of the Main Mansion.

“Who’s cursing me? My ears keep itching.”

Strangely, both of my ears had been itching ever since I left the Patriarch’s Hall.

-The True Demon King is doing it!

Wrath suddenly burst forth, his nose bridge wrinkling.

-I was cursing you and those fools you’ve been feeding!
‘As expected.’

I chuckled and nodded.

‘So he was muttering all that time—he was cursing me.’

Thin sounds and vibrations echoed from within the ice flower bracelet, and it seemed Wrath had been cursing away inside it. Truly, he was a consistent fellow.

-Will you return to the cliff?

Wrath gazed toward the cliff where the Gwangpung Order and Dorian were located.

“Hmm….”

I followed his gaze and smacked my lips.

‘They need rest too. This should be enough.’

Originally, I had planned to head straight to the cliff and throw stones, but having received such a generous reward, my heart had grown magnanimous. There was still time until sunrise, so I decided to let them off the hook.

‘Dorian will handle it well on his own.’

Since Dorian would have thrown stones appropriately before withdrawing, everyone should have returned to the Dormitory by now.

-That won’t be the case.

Wrath muttered that it was impossible, then turned his head.

-So you’re heading home?

Home….

Hearing the True Demon King Wrath refer to the Annex Building as home stirred something peculiar within me, though it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

‘Yes.’
-Then ask the pineapple girl to make pizza! The True Demon King has been starving since earlier!
‘Check the time, you glutton. Your pineapple girl is sleeping right now.’
-G-glutton? How dare someone who lives by luck speak to me this way!
‘And who distributes that luck the most generously?’
-Who is that! What foolish True Demon King is it!
‘….’

While teasing the befuddled Wrath and walking toward the Annex Building, I noticed a faint glow emanating from the mansion near the Annex Building, which had always been empty.

‘Has someone moved in… wait?’

As I passed by, thinking someone had taken residence, I felt unmistakable presences from within the mansion.

‘It seems Mother and her attendants are over there?’
-And the Pineapple Girl is there too!

Wrath gestured urgently for me to hurry over as well.

A faint smile bloomed at the corners of my lips as I surveyed the building.

“Have they arrived?”

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