The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 407

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Chapter 407

Glen Zigheart withdrew his outstretched right hand. In the space where his hand had been, Rimer appeared, supporting Raon.

“Somehow, it’s all wrapped up.”

Sheryl approached Glen’s side.

“Honestly, I never dreamed Raon would be the one to resolve it.”

She sheathed her twin blades and let out a breath, muttering that Raon was turning into a monster before their eyes.

“I’ve never seen a martial artist grow so rapidly either.”

Roen gazed at Raon with trembling eyes.

“The higher one climbs in martial prowess, the steeper the hills that block the way. Yet young master Raon walks as though treading flat ground, encountering no obstacles at any stage.”

A look of admiration crossed his face as he spoke of encountering such talent for the first time.

“Ahem, Raon resolving this matter was unexpected for me as well.”

Glen suppressed the smile tugging at his lips and nodded.

“Until just moments ago, it was a scale they couldn’t handle.”

Raon still possessed aura and stamina, but he was mentally exhausted. Rimer was completely drained from the aftermath of manifesting his Sword Realm form. The heir of the Arian Family lacked sufficient power to be of great help from the start.

Even with the three of them combining their strength, I believed they couldn’t erase the sphere of deception, so I had intended to assist. But the situation changed abruptly.

‘Growing in a single instant….’

It was rare but not unheard of for someone facing the brink of death to reach the peak of concentration and enter a state of selflessness.

However, in those mere seconds—less than ten—Raon had grown in both body and spirit.

‘It’s absurd.’

Achieving a state of selflessness does elevate a warrior’s realm rapidly, but it still requires a certain amount of time.
Ten seconds was far too brief a moment, no matter how completely one achieved that transcendent state.

‘Still, I witnessed it with my own eyes, so I cannot deny it.’

Had I merely heard this from another, I would have dismissed it as a lie. But I saw it myself, and the person who achieved this miracle was my precious grandson, so my heart could only soar with joy.

“I’m curious to see how far that monster will grow.”
“If it’s Raon, he might truly reach Grand Master by age twenty-two and duel the Demon King.”

Sheryl and Roen gazed at Raon resting on Rimer’s back, their expressions softening into gentle smiles.

“If that happens, we won’t need to lift a finger.”
“Better to sharpen our blades just in case.”
“We’ve been steadily gathering intelligence on the North-South Alliance’s positions and personnel anyway. We’ve accumulated considerable information on everyone except the Elder Council, who remain hidden.”

Glen observed Sheryl, who was gathering intelligence on the North-South Alliance for Raon’s sake, and Roen, who vowed to keep his blade sharp until the end. The smile he had been holding back finally broke through.

“Hmm!”

These two, usually sparing with praise, marveled at Raon’s talent and cherished him so genuinely that his lips curved upward to his cheekbones.

“Roen.”
“Yes, Head of House.”

Roen stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully.

“Did you sketch it properly?”
“Of course.”

He lifted the book he had been holding to the front.

“In the third volume of the Raon Gospel, I’ve sketched Raon’s exploits from this mission. I’ve also written down his wise words, so please read it later.”
“Won’t sketches alone be a bit insufficient?”

Sheryl smacked her lips regretfully.

“Of course, I plan to add color as soon as we return.”
“Excellent!”

Only when the mention of coloring came up did Glen Zigheart nod his head vigorously.

“Let me help you!”
“Hmm, the Heavenly Sword Master must be tired too, so I’ll just do it myself….”
“I want to contribute to Raon’s gospel as well. There’s no need to refuse!”
“Hehehehe.”

As Roen pondered how to decline, Glen Zigheart raised his hand.

“The Heavenly Sword Master should sit this one out.”
“Pardon?”
“You can’t draw, can you?”
“Still, I can at least handle the coloring….”
“That coloring is the most crucial element in a painting.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head firmly, as if he absolutely would not allow Raon’s painting to be ruined.

“Ugh….”

Sheryl swallowed a groan of resignation and lowered her head.

“Then we should head back.”

Glen Zigheart patted Sheryl’s drooping shoulder and turned to leave.

“Won’t you come down to watch?”
“There’s no need to go down and spoil the atmosphere.”

Glen Zigheart closed his eyes at Sheryl’s question.

“Today’s victory belongs to those children alone. It’s enough for us to offer our applause from here.”
“Then there will be no punishment for Rimer either?”

Roen carefully brought up Rimer’s name.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart scratched his chin as he looked at Rimer carrying Raon.

“This time, I played the role of a teacher well enough, so let’s call it even.”
“Then I’ll scratch Rimer from the list of people to beat.”
“Very well… wait, why did that bastard arrive so late?”

Rimer had waited behind the pillar before stepping out to save me, but he should have arrived at the Arian Family much earlier.
I became curious about the reason for his tardiness.

“Well, that’s….”
“I was causing trouble and got delayed.”

When Roen hesitated and couldn’t speak easily, Sheryl opened her mouth instead.

“He said the secluded training was difficult, so he went to a tavern and drank all night, woke up in the evening, finished his tour of the gambling houses, and then departed. Of course he’d be late.”

Sheryl revealed Rimer’s every move with a cold smile.

“Even after arriving here, he found fighting the undead bothersome and hated stepping on this deceitful land, so he loafed about on the vines. Then at the very end, he showed up striking a cool pose.”

She even mentioned facts that Glen knew, further stoking his anger.

Whoooosh.

The warmth that had kindled in Glen’s eyes as he looked at me was replaced by a biting cold fury.

“Roen.”
“Yes.”
“The moment that reckless fool returns to the family estate, summon him to the Training Ground.”
“Ah, understood.”

Roen exhaled quietly as he watched Rimer grinning, thinking the ordeal was over.

‘The Training Ground….’

When the Head of House summoned someone to the Training Ground, it meant he was going to beat them thoroughly.

“Hehehehe.”

He bowed his head to Rimer with his hands clasped together as if in prayer.

May they rest in peace.

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“Haah….”

Wendy Arian lifted her head, breathing heavily.

‘It’s bright. I can see the sky!’

The massive sphere of deception that had swollen moments before as if it would collapse this land—no, this entire world—had vanished, revealing the azure sky beneath.

‘He actually did it.’

My heart pounded as though it might burst from my chest.
Raon had kept his word, burning away the sphere of deception that had been filled with malice, and saved the lives of everyone in this place.

‘And more than that….’

He had helped me grow as well.

Having erased the sphere of deception alongside Raon, I could feel that my own rank and martial power had transcended their previous limits.

The door that hadn’t opened despite years of effort had been shattered entirely, and I had advanced to the next realm—a realization that drew a hollow laugh from me.

Wendy swallowed hard as she gazed at Raon, who was being carried on Rimer’s back.

‘How can such a person even exist?’

Raon had led this war for six days in his role as supreme commander.
Without a single moment of sleep, without rest, he had fought on, and though he should have collapsed long ago, he endured to the very end and personally brought this war to its conclusion.

It was absurd yet awe-inspiring that a twenty-year-old martial artist had accomplished a feat that would be difficult even for a Grand Master.

Now, Raon no longer seemed like the same person. It felt as though a halo shone behind him.

Rimer approached with a smile, his hand trembling from exhaustion, yet he kept his legs firmly wrapped around me to prevent me from falling.

“You’ve worked hard.”
“You did everything, sir. I did nothing. You would have succeeded even without me.”

I meant it sincerely. Even without me, Raon would have certainly erased that sphere on his own.

“That’s not true.”

Rimer shook his head gently.

“This guy is stubborn as hell and a real reckless fool.”

He gestured with his chin toward Raon, who was being carried on his back.

“This independent bastard only asks for help when it’s truly necessary. Without you, he could never have erased that deception. You should have confidence in yourself.”

Rimer winked and walked toward the rest of the group.

“Ah….”

Wendy’s hand trembled as she gripped her sword.
Hearing the trust Raon had shown and Rimer’s sincere words, her chest burned with warmth.

‘So he really did entrust the Head of House position to me with trust.’

She had thought the temporary position was given because there was no one else, but according to Rimer’s words, it seemed Raon had entrusted her with the role because he believed in her.

She had no confidence in properly managing the family after suddenly becoming Head of House, but now a spark of confidence began to kindle within her.

“Raon!”
“That crazy bastard!”
“Raon. Are you alright?”

The leaders of the Gale Wind Squad rushed toward Raon at full speed, stumbling as they ran.

“Deputy Commander!”
“He actually cut down that deception! Our Deputy Commander is insane!”
“That man has never been sane! He’s the real mad dog!”
“Uwaaaaaaah!”

The Gwangpung Unit followed behind the squad leaders, their cheers echoing across the battlefield. Every face radiated awe and exultation.

“Heh, he’s truly become a monster.”
“His personality was always monstrous though….”

Milend smiled as he ran a hand through his hair, while Morel frowned, muttering that this would be troublesome going forward.

“What do you make of it?”
“It seems I’m no match for him now. Still, I’d like to test myself against him again.”

At the Third Prince’s question, Borini Kitten clenched his fists, his jaw tightening.

“That inconsiderate bastard. Does he have to show off his growth like this?”

Trevin clicked his tongue as he watched Raon, unconscious yet bearing a faint smile.

“Hey! What about me! How is there not a single person looking for me! I’m the one who saved you all!”

Rimer scowled and shouted at the approaching Gwangpung Unit members.

Crunch.

Wendy clenched her fists as she watched Raon, Rimer, and the Gwangpung Unit.

‘The Gwangpung Unit….’

At first, she had thought them a group of lunatics living up to their reputation as mad dogs, but watching them now, she could see the path the Arian Family must walk.

‘Thank you.’

Wendy bowed her head toward the unconscious Raon.

‘I will repay this debt by following in your footsteps for the rest of my life.’

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I opened my eyes, furrowing my brow. A damp gray ceiling came into view.

‘Ugh….’

The moment consciousness returned, a sharp ache bloomed across my entire body.
Pain radiated not just from my muscles and skin, but from my core and mana circuits as well.

‘This is a mess.’

Despite Sloth’s restorative effects, I was still in this state—a testament to how recklessly I’d pushed myself.

-You fool!

As I exhaled, a blue puff of cotton shot toward my face.

-That’s why I told you not to abuse your body like that!
‘I had no choice.’
-No choice? Nonsense.

Wrath muttered that things would have resolved themselves without such recklessness. He didn’t bother explaining why.

‘But I got stronger because of that recklessness.’
-Ugh….

When I smiled, Wrath let out a pained groan.

‘Want me to check how much you poured out?’
-Damn it!

As I watched Wrath clutch his head, I was about to summon the previous messages when I heard something chewing on my right side.

“Hm?”

I lifted my head, and Dorian was eating pastries on the table.

“Oh? Master Dorian!”

Rather than tossing the pastry he’d been eating, Dorian cradled it carefully and walked over at a leisurely pace.

“You’ve come to! Thank goodness!”

He grasped my shoulder with his pastry-dusted hand, expressing his relief.

“Yeah….”

I brushed the crumbs from my shoulder and nodded.

“How long have I been lying here?”
“Today marks exactly the third day.”

He pointed toward the window, where the sun was beginning to set and darkness was creeping in.

“Three days….”

After pushing myself that hard, three days was actually quite fast for recovery. I understood why I still felt pain.

“Well, has anything special happened… hm?”

As I tried to sit up, something caught on my side. Turning my head, I saw Lunan Slion lying face-down on the bed, fast asleep.

“Why is he here?”
“Ever since you returned, he’s been sleeping here even though it’s not his shift. I can’t get him to leave no matter how hard I try.”

Dorian murmured in wonder that Lunan could sleep so soundly despite what must be back pain.

“I see.”

I smiled faintly and gently tapped Lunan Slion’s head.

‘I should buy him some ice cream when I get back.’
-Before you eat ice cream, keep your promise with the True Demon King first! Start with the blueberry pie….

Wrath began calling out menu items he’d just remembered wanting to eat, dancing as he did.

“And there is something special.”
“What?”

I turned my head sharply away from watching Wrath dance while shouting food names.

“What do you mean by that?”

When the Arian Family spoke of something special, it meant only one thing—battles with the undead. My chest began to pound with foreboding.

“Ah, it’s nothing for the Unit Master to worry about.”

Dorian shook his head, sensing my thoughts, assuring me it wasn’t anything bad.

“Then what?”
“Well, when we were fighting, the family’s executives fled.”
“They did.”

My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white.

‘Those bastards deserve to die.’

Wigen Arian and the executives didn’t step forward during the family’s crisis—instead of making amends, they fled while holding the household members hostage.

To revive this shattered family, I would find those wretches no matter what.

“They’ve been captured.”
“What?”
“A guest came yesterday, and somehow they ended up bringing those bastards along.”

Dorian spoke of an extraordinary and remarkable guest. But his words didn’t reach my ears.

‘This isn’t the time to be checking abilities.’

I need to deal with those damned bastards first.

Wendy Arian shares blood with the executives, so she cannot harden her heart against them. I must handle this myself.

I grasped the Heavenly Sword resting beside the bed. Suppressing the excruciating pain coursing through my entire body, I forced myself upright.

“M-Master Raon?”
“Let’s go.”

Crimson flames blazed in my eyes.

“Take me to those damned bastards.”

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“Wendy.”

Wigen Arian, the former Head of the Arian Family, knelt as he gazed at Wendy Arian.

“Do you truly believe you can manage this family?”

He had been the first to flee when the family faced crisis, yet now he lifted his head with unwarranted confidence.

“Our family has prospered because of my strength and that of my subordinates. We focused on financial power, which surpasses martial might, allowing everyone to live stably—and allowing you to wield your sword freely. But….”

Wigen’s eyes gleamed with avarice.

“You are not capable. You and your new subordinates spent your time swinging swords instead of learning to manage the family. Even now, you likely have no idea how to run this household.”
“….”

Wendy bit her lip, unable to respond to his words.

Wigen savored the sight of Wendy’s expression.

‘It’s working.’

When that monster dragged me here, I feared for my life, but fortunately my prepared words were taking hold.
It was truly fortunate that Raon remained unconscious.

“We were wrong, that much is true. So I’ll step down cleanly from the position of Head of House and executive roles. In return, allow me to support you from behind. I want to become the wings that help the Arian Family soar toward a new future.”

Wigen had applied pressure before releasing it smoothly, creating an atmosphere where Wendy had no choice but to deliberate.

“You have nothing to say about abandoning the family and fleeing?”

Wendy’s voice cracked as she finally voiced the question she’d been holding back.

“That was unavoidable. But from now on, I’ll dedicate everything to the family.”
“Yellow Sword Master. Please accept this old man. Since I missed the chance to save the family before, this time I wish to offer my life.”
“If you’ll give me just one chance, I’ll do my utmost to nurture Arian.”
“I’ll accept my punishment gladly. But only after I’ve restored this broken family….”

The executives bowed their heads, riding the momentum Wigen had created.
Not a single person mentioned why they had fled or what punishment they should receive.

“….”
“Wendy. Please forgive your inadequate father just this once.”

Wendy’s expression froze like ice, but Wigen approached her as if he didn’t notice, reaching for her trembling hand.

“From now on, I’ll do my best to help you and this family….”

Crash!

The Audience Chamber door burst open violently, as if it might shatter, just as Wigen was about to grasp Wendy’s trembling hand.

A gust of wind swept through.

Through the yellow smoke, Raon entered, wrapped in bandages and dressed in patient’s clothes.

“Huh?”
“R-Raon!”
“Are you alright?”

Wendy and the new executives rushed toward Raon in shock.

“I’m fine.”

He nodded heavily and approached the Finance Minister, who knelt at the outermost edge.

“You were the Finance Minister, weren’t you?”

Raon stood before the Finance Minister, tilting his chin upward.

“Do you have nothing to say about abandoning the Family and fleeing?”

His voice still cracked from the severity of his injuries.

“That was unavoidable!”
“Unavoidable? Did someone drag you away by force?”
“I, well, that was….”

The Finance Minister trembled, his lips quivering as Raon’s words pierced the heart of his excuse.

“If you would just give me a chance, I would sacrifice my life for the Family. Please, just trust me once….”
“Your chance to sacrifice yourself has ended.”

Before Raon’s words had even finished, the Heavenly Sword Blade gleamed in his right hand, and a thin crimson line appeared across the Finance Minister’s neck.

“Wh-what…?”

The Finance Minister clutched at his throat. The line deepened, and blood erupted forth.

“Ugh….”

He collapsed, his throat severed, unable to even scream properly at the end.

Raon’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light as he shook the blood from the Heavenly Sword Blade.

“Next.”

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