The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 432

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Chapter 432

I concluded the conversation and guided Lectar and Mustan to the guest chamber in the Annex Building.

“Thank you.”

Lectar nodded his chin in gratitude, thanking me for welcoming uninvited guests who had arrived empty-handed.

“I’ve received far more than I could ever repay.”

He had captured the fleeing executives of the Arian Family and taught me swordsmanship with genuine sincerity. Despite his claim of giving nothing, what I had received from him was beyond measure.
Unlike what was said about giving nothing, what I received from him was beyond measure in value.

“What helped me the most was sparring.”

Through Lectar’s single blade strike filled with murderous intent, Envy gained enlightenment and was able to survive his own fatal blow.
If it weren’t for that incident, I might have become a corpse at the peak of Sterlin Mountain.

“You’ve helped me so much, so please don’t say such things. And…”

Raon continued speaking as he looked at Lectar’s eyes, which seemed to show some frustration.

“Please drop the formal speech now. We’ve been together for quite some time, and wouldn’t it be uncomfortable for you when helping me with my training?”
“Hmm…”

Lectar’s lips trembled faintly. He appeared to be contemplating, wrestling with various thoughts.

“That’s right. I understand. Yes, I understand.”

He nodded, agreeing to speak more comfortably from now on.

“That makes me feel more at ease too. Thank you.”

I smiled faintly and clenched my fist with my lowered hand.

‘I still don’t know what the right path is.’

I detected no malice whatsoever from Lectar, which left me uncertain whether I should pry into his secrets or wait until he chose to speak.

If Mustan had displayed such negative emotions, I would have extracted information by any means necessary, but Lectar’s aura was suffused only with bitterness and regret—emotions that made reckless action impossible.

“Then please rest.”
“Wait.”

I exhaled silently and turned to leave, but Lectar raised his hand.

“I know you’re puzzled. Soon the time will come when I can tell you everything, so I hope you’ll be patient with me.”

Lectar’s eyes gleamed with composure, as though he understood every thought crossing my mind.

“I remember when you said ‘not yet’ before. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

The words emerged naturally—what an ordinary person without an assassin’s memories might say.

“….”

Lectar gazed at me in silence for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“Thank you.”
“I’ll take my leave now.”
“One more thing.”

As I reached for the door, Lectar extended his arm outward.

“Are you planning to train again tomorrow?”
“Since there’s no reason to rest, I intend to conduct dawn training at the Training Ground.”
“No reason to rest, I see.”

Lectar nodded slowly, then withdrew into his room.

I stood before Lectar’s door, my eyes closing.

‘I didn’t expect him to speak first, but it unfolded exactly as I anticipated.’

Now it was certain. For some reason he couldn’t reveal it, but Lectar was undoubtedly connected to my late father.

I organized my thoughts about Lectar as I returned to my room. The maids had cleaned while I was away, so nothing had changed since my departure.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled and removed my black dragon robe. Simply entering my room eased my mind—now I understood why people said home was the best place.

-These humans talk far too much!

Wrath frowned, questioning why everyone was so talkative.

-Humans are as loose-tongued as they are weak. The True Demon King was renowned in the Demon Realm for being taciturn and tight-lipped. I never opened my mouth unless necessary. That is how I earned the epithet: the Silent Demon King. Other Demon Lords feared the True Demon King….
“….”

I squinted at Wrath, whose mouth moved like a machine gun. His words never seemed to end—I couldn’t fathom how he’d earned the title of Silent Demon King.

‘Isn’t that title because you were supposed to keep your mouth shut?’
-That is not it!

Wrath frowned, dismissing the notion as absurd.

‘The way you’re getting worked up proves I’m right.’
-I am not! The True Demon King was the most weighty of all Demon Lords….
‘Weighty from eating too much, you mean.’
-Ugh! You insolent brat….

As I teased him by poking at his reddening face, three knocks sounded at the door. It was Judith’s signal.

“Come in.”

Before I finished speaking, the door opened smoothly and Judith entered.

“It has been a long time since we last met.”

Judith knelt and bowed her head—not the greeting of a maid, but the gesture of submission from one who follows her master.

“You don’t need to do that.”
“I do this because I wish to.”

I waved my hand, but she insisted it was her own will and told me not to worry.

“How have you been?”
“Well. The Annex Building feels like home now.”

Judith spoke in a calm tone and nodded.

“Home, huh….”

I smiled faintly as I looked at Judith’s peaceful face. Like my past self, she had struggled to find a place to settle, so I was relieved to see that she had grown attached to the Annex Building.

“Has anything unusual happened?”
“Nothing particularly noteworthy so far.”
“Well, something will come up soon enough.”
“What do you mean by that….”

Judith tilted her head, as if asking what I meant.

“In the Audience Chamber, the Head of House and Lectar did nothing but praise me.”
“That’s only natural. You defeated Eden’s Phantom Soul Ghost.”

She nodded as if it were obvious.

“Right. It’s deserved. I even received a gold medal for it.”

I pulled out the gold medal Glen had given me. For some reason, it felt slightly heavier than the one I’d received before.

“But the two who shouldn’t be quiet were quiet.”
“You mean the Master of the Central Intelligence Agency and the Master of Jinmu Hall?”

Judith immediately grasped my meaning and mentioned Karun and Valdemar by name. This was why conversations with her were so easy.

“In the old days, Karun and Valdemar would have been the first to question whether a gold medal was excessive, but they kept their mouths shut.”

Even if I’d given them a silver medal instead of a gold one, it wouldn’t have been a significant loss for them, so they certainly had grounds to object. But today, they didn’t just stay quiet—they even silenced other Main Lineage members.

“You’d know better than anyone, but they’re not the type to act that way.”

Karun and Valdemar despised any reduction in the Main Lineage’s influence, so they should have found some way to object today. Their silence meant they were definitely plotting something.

“Then there’s a possibility I might receive contact.”

Judith’s eyes dimmed as she contemplated what would come next.

“Right. I’ll issue orders to gather the latest intelligence on you.”

It was obvious she would demand detailed information—what new martial techniques I had learned, what level of mastery I had achieved, what attack methods I preferred—down to the smallest detail.

“Then I’ll prepare false information.”

Judith spoke of manipulating the intelligence by mixing thirty percent truth with seventy percent lies, clasping her hands together.

“Do that.”

I nodded in satisfaction before lifting my gaze.

“Oh, by the way, have you heard of the New Rising Powers?”
“You were aware of them?”

Surprise flickered across Judith’s pupils.

“No, I didn’t know. The Head of House told me about them.”
“The New Rising Powers are five organizations that have recently emerged on the Continent.”

Judith nodded, her eyes lifting slightly.

“Do you remember the Pirate King I told you about before you left for the Arian Family?”
“The Pirate King….”

I naturally remembered him—a pirate who bore the title of king was hardly forgettable.

“Don’t tell me he’s one of the leaders of the New Rising Powers?”
“Yes. The Pirate King, the Evil Sword Lord, the Killing Sword Demon, the Ghost Slaying Spear, and the Tragic Emperor—these five have formed a neutral faction belonging to neither the Six Emperors nor the Five Demons. Each is an exceptional master, and their subordinates’ military strength and numbers rival even the Six Emperors Five Demons, so the entire Continent is in upheaval.”

Judith pressed her lips together, clearly believing the New Rising Powers had spent considerable time preparing underground.

“At that level, even the Six Emperors Five Demons can’t move easily.”
“Correct. Their emergence location is also wedged between the boundaries of the Six Emperors and the Five Demons, making it difficult for either side to act.”
“That makes sense. If the Five Demons attacked while the Six Emperors were at war with the New Rising Powers, the damage would be catastrophic.”

To face such formidable masters bearing those titles, the Six Emperors would need to dispatch considerable forces, but the Five Demons could exploit that gap and strike, making any hasty action impossible.

“As expected, you grasp things quickly.”

Judith’s eyes widened in wonder as she listened to my explanation of the New Rising Powers and immediately grasped their movements and intentions.

“It’s not particularly difficult. In any case, the political landscape of the Continent will only grow more complicated.”

I closed my eyes as I committed the names of the New Rising Powers’ leaders to memory one by one.

“An age of chaos… It might truly come to pass as those words suggest.”

Just as Glen had said, it seemed an era of turmoil was approaching.

“Hah….”

I exhaled deeply and clenched my fists tightly.

“There’s someone I’d like you to investigate.”
“Please speak.”

Judith nodded, signaling me to continue.

“The Twin-Headed Demon of Eden. I need you to uncover everything about his past and his latest movements. You can even use the Black Market’s information network.”
“Why the Twin-Headed Demon all of a sudden….”
“There’s something I must do.”

I closed my eyes, then opened them. A fierce, burning light blazed from my pupils.

‘Even if I don’t know the faces of my father and sister….’

I would have my vengeance.

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Glen tortured Rimer until the brink of death, then returned to the Audience Chamber and took his seat upon the Jade Throne.

“Hmm….”

He let out a low groan while gazing at the shattered armrest of the Jade Throne.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen chuckled softly as he observed the deep furrow etched across Glen Zigheart’s brow.

“You seem to have much on your mind, sir.”
“Much? Hardly.”

Glen snorted dismissively, yet his gaze soon drifted toward Roen, betraying the complexity of his thoughts.

“What did you make of that man called Sword Ghost?”
“I sensed no malice toward Zigheart, and he seemed far more refined in character than the rumors suggested.”

Roen smiled faintly as he recalled the Sword Ghost he had met for the first time today.

“I see….”

Glen nodded without objection, apparently sharing the same assessment.

“He taught swordsmanship to the Gwangpung Unit and seemed to grow close with everyone, though he appeared particularly intimate with young master Raon.”

At Roen’s casually thrown remark, Glen unconsciously tensed his left arm.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The remaining left armrest crumbled into dust.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen murmured that he would need to have it repaired again, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“P-Particularly intimate?”

Glen bit his lip hard while staring out the window, seemingly indifferent to the destruction of the armrest.

“They must be quite close indeed, having spent considerable time together while he taught swordsmanship.”

Roen spoke words designed to provoke Glen further, as if unaware of his expression.

“Now I understand why the Gwangpung Corps Commander said you really do resemble Grandfather.”
“Nonsense!”

Glen’s brow furrowed as he shot to his feet.

“A grandfather isn’t something one becomes so easily! Blood! Only through blood can one truly be called a grandfather!”

He clenched his teeth, insisting that no matter how close they became or how much time they spent together, the power of blood kinship could never be overcome.

“That’s not how it works….”

Rimer, who had been stuck in the corner covered in soot, slowly lifted his trembling head.

“And then when you lose your grandson, no one will help you even if you wail.”

He stuck his tongue out mockingly at Glen seated upon the Jade Throne.

“Spend your whole life buried in a cave, never share a drink with Raon, and die old and alone.”
“You bastard….”

Veins bulged across Glen’s forehead. As he flicked his finger, lightning bolts erupted from empty air and struck Rimer’s head.

“Gwaaaaagh!”

Rimer shrieked like a pig being slaughtered and collapsed. Black smoke rose from the crown of his head.

“Tch!”

Glen frowned at Rimer lying there foaming at the mouth.

‘Infuriating. Truly infuriating….’

That bastard’s words weren’t wrong.

There were countless instances where relationships built on righteousness grew deeper precisely because blood relations were strained.
Just as Rimer and Roen said, there was nothing preventing Raon and the Sword Ghost from becoming like grandfather and grandson, and this realization gnawed at him.

‘At least there’s one silver lining….’

I hadn’t yet inflicted any injuries upon Raon.

Originally, I had intended to provide Raon with a martial arts manual just like the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, but upon witnessing the Sword Ghost’s gaze, I changed my mind and decided to teach Raon directly.

‘There’s truly no other way.’

Just as the Sword Ghost had built a relationship by overseeing Raon’s swordsmanship, I too had no choice but to grow closer to my grandson in the same manner.

“Roen. Tomorrow at dawn, I’ll head to the 5th Training Ground.”

Glen instructed Roen to cancel all of tomorrow’s schedule before settling into the Jade Throne.

‘I shall teach him directly.’

Raon was the foremost contributor to saving the Arian Family and capturing the Phantom Soul Ghost, so it was absolutely natural for me to teach him martial arts personally.

‘Wait for me.’

I would provide instruction far superior to that of some Sword Ghost.

As Glen made this vow while also shattering the right armrest, Rimer exhaled black smoke from his mouth and blinked his eyes.

“Why did I get hit….”
“Hehehehe.”

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The following dawn.
Raon passed through the dim Garden of the Annex Building and made his way toward the 5th Training Ground. The cool air, untouched by sunlight, flowed into his lungs and dispelled the drowsiness of early morning.

-Ughhhh!

Wrath rose above the bracelet, his expression deeply furrowed.

—Back already, and it’s dawn training again? You’re truly relentless….
‘You’ve had enough time to get used to it by now.’
—You may not need sleep, but I do! Why won’t you ever rest!

Wrath shrieked about how my Sloth stat had risen, yet nothing had changed.

‘There is change. Because of Sloth, getting out of bed isn’t exactly easy anymore.’

As my Sloth stat increased, the weight of lethargy grew heavier. The desire to sleep longer became unmistakably stronger.

‘Though overcoming it isn’t difficult.’

With memories from my past life as an assassin, I could easily overcome this level of Sloth without needing the Ring of Fire.

—I’m truly sick of this. You and that Training Ground both!

Wrath retreated back into the bracelet, muttering about needing more sleep.

‘I missed this place.’

I chuckled softly and stepped onto the fine sand of the empty Training Ground.
Despite the absence of people for some time, the Training Ground remained immaculate. It seemed Dogyae had maintained it diligently while the Gwangpung Unit was away.

‘He complains about the trouble, yet he does everything anyway.’

I was grateful for the Chief Steward as I loosened up lightly in the center of the Training Ground.

‘Let’s begin.’

I started with basic swordplay—horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, diagonal slashes, and thrusts—then progressed through the Radiant Sword and Snow Wind Sword techniques I’d developed under the Sword Ghost’s guidance, before finally drawing the Heavenly Sword.

As I focused intently on wielding the blade, the mist gradually lifted, and soft sunlight began to pour down.

‘This place truly is the most comfortable.’

Having trained here since childhood, practicing my sword here felt far more satisfying than anywhere else, and the blade itself seemed to overflow with vitality.

‘Now, to address what’s lacking….’

I had infused the subtleties of the Absolute Sword into the initial form of the Radiant Demon Blade, though I had yet to master it fully.
It appeared brilliant and measured, but the seamless flow I once commanded had dissipated like smoke.

‘Still far short.’

I was about to unfold the Radiant Demon Blade again with a bitter smile when it happened.

Whoooosh!

A fierce gale erupted from both the right and left stone walls of the Training Ground, and the sound of fabric brushing against the wall reached my ears.

“That’s not how you practice swordcraft….”
“Swordcraft is not done that way….”

Two figures who had leaped over the Training Ground’s stone walls came to a halt, uttering nearly identical words.

“Hm?”
“Ah.”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar. The two of them locked eyes and narrowed their gazes at one another.

“What…?”

I stood at the far end of the Training Ground, my mouth agape as I watched Glen Zigheart and Lectar glare at each other.

‘What are these two doing here?’

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