The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 438

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Chapter 438

Lectar’s eyes narrowed as he accepted the letter that Mustan had brought.

“Did they know we were in Zigheart?”

I hadn’t reported our departure to Rion, nor had we made a spectacle of our journey, so I hadn’t expected contact to arrive this quickly.

“That doesn’t appear to be the case, sir.”

Mustan shook his head while examining the letter.

“The fact that the letter came directly to me suggests it has nothing to do with Zigheart.”

He explained that it was a disposable artifact that tracked a person rather than a location, and that Rion would have no way of knowing about it.

“No, we can’t think about it so simply.”

Lectar slowly shook his head.

“The Rion Lord is not merely strong. Even with our doors closed, he would naturally know that we are here.”

The Rion Lord was a frightening man. If I misjudged him carelessly, I would pay dearly for it, so it was wise to broaden the scope of my thinking.

“Let’s read it first.”

Lectar unfolded the letter.

‘Just as I expected.’

There was nothing special written in it. Only words telling me to enjoy my travels and return now. The handwriting was rough, as if carved with a sword. It was a letter written by the Rion Lord himself.

“The Rion Lord has issued a direct order for our return. We have no choice but to go.”

If anyone else had summoned me, I would have ignored it, but I couldn’t refuse a call from the Rion Lord.

Crackle.

Lectar smacked his lips briefly.

‘What a shame.’

The time I spent with Raon and Sylvia had been enjoyable, and I’d built a decent rapport with Glen, adapting well to life at the Facility. Yet the thought of having to leave drew a sigh from my lips.

Whoosh!

After burning Rion Lord’s letter, Lectar gazed at his disciple, whose eyes had become as clear as the snowy plains.

“Mustan.”
“Yes!”

Mustan’s voice rang out with vigor, as if influenced by Yua.

“If I were to leave Rion, what would you do?”
“L-leave Rion, Master?”

His mouth fell open as if he’d never considered such a question.

“Yes.”

Lectar nodded slowly.

“Something more important than revering the sword has emerged for me now. It seems my path and Rion will no longer be intertwined.”

I spoke of leaving Rion upon my return, watching my bewildered disciple’s reaction.

‘I must be honest with Mustan.’

If his eyes had still been filled with jealousy as they once were, perhaps I could deceive him. But I couldn’t lie to a disciple who had become sincere and bright-spirited.

“Hmm….”

Mustan scratched his chin for a moment, then lifted his head.

“Doesn’t the covenant between you and Rion Lord still remain?”
“It does.”

Lectar exhaled a short sigh.

“I can only end this relationship if you grant me one more request. However….”

He clenched his fists resting on his knees, his eyes growing grave and resolute.

“No matter what request it is, I will complete it and leave Rion on my own two feet.”
“Then I will leave as well.”

Mustan deliberated for only a brief moment before delivering his answer.

“Hah….”

Lectar’s eyes widened in surprise as he observed Mustan’s unwavering resolve.

“Didn’t you have goals you wanted to achieve within Rion?”
“No, sir. My path lies in walking alongside Raon.”

Mustan shook his head decisively, declaring that his goal was to walk together with Raon.

“If I remained in Rion, the moment the seal is lifted, I would have no choice but to become Raon’s enemy. I will leave Rion with you, Master.”

Mustan shook his head without hesitation, proclaiming that he could not betray Raon. Sincerity radiated from his resolute gaze.

“I still cannot fathom what Raon has done to change you so completely.”
“He has done nothing at all. His mere existence is reason enough for me to follow him.”

Mustan spoke these absurd words without a hint of embarrassment, rambling on earnestly.

“I see.”

Lectar let out a hollow laugh. While he would have preferred his disciple to stand alone, the notion of him following his grandson did not feel entirely disagreeable.

“Then let us depart tomorrow.”
“Isn’t tomorrow too soon?”
“It is not as though we will never meet again. There is no need to delay. Prepare yourself.”
“Very well, understood.”

Mustan bowed respectfully and left the chamber.

“Sigh…”

Lectar exhaled a sigh laden with frustration as he gazed out the window. The waning crescent hung in the sky like the distorted pupil of a predator’s eye, surveying the world below.

‘This won’t be easy.’

The Rion Lord would never assign a trivial task, so leaving Rion would require walking a thorny path.
But to secure the happiness of my daughter-in-law and grandson, I must return here no matter what.

Lectar clenched his sword scroll and closed his eyes.

‘By any means necessary…’

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After finishing afternoon training, I collapsed where I stood and gazed up at the darkening sky.

‘This is getting harder.’

As Glen and Lectar grew closer, they extracted the strengths from each other’s teachings and eliminated weaknesses, leaving me no moment to breathe during both morning and afternoon sessions—nothing but relentless swordwork.

Practicing swordplay with greater frequency and concentration than before, by the time afternoon training concluded, I was so exhausted I could barely twitch a finger, naturally collapsing like this.

“Hmm, perhaps Lectar was a touch lighter in that sequence…”

Glen stroked his forehead, murmuring Lectar’s name as he identified areas for improvement in the training.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled helplessly while watching Glen.

‘When did they become so close?’

When Glen and Lectar first met at the Training Ground, they radiated killing intent toward each other like rivals about to clash. Now they conversed like childhood friends, each exerting various influences on the other.

‘Training is good and all, but the difficulty is ramping up way too fast.’

I’m grateful that they’re pushing me to grow stronger, but the training has become increasingly grueling—almost unbearable at times—and I’m not sure what to do about it.

‘Well, there is a silver lining to this, though.’

I can develop the Gwangpung Corps alongside myself.

Through Glen and Lectar’s training, I’ve learned how to teach swordsmen effectively so they grow rapidly.
Thanks to their instruction, the Gwangpung Corps’ swordsmanship has improved dramatically compared to before.

-How pathetic…

Wrath shook his head, muttering that I was truly miserable.

‘What?’
-Dragging others into your suffering just because you don’t want to endure it alone—your depravity knows no bounds!
‘That’s nonsense.’

I shrugged at Wrath.

‘I want to grow stronger together with everyone, not just myself. Don’t you understand that altruistic sentiment?’

The missions ahead will be exponentially more difficult than anything we’ve faced so far, so I need to strengthen the Gwangpung Corps while I have the chance. My desire to relieve stress accounts for only fifty percent of my motivation.

-Fifty percent is half!
‘Only half, in other words.’

I chuckled, muttering that it was nothing serious.

-Sigh, I’m not about to bicker with you. Go eat dinner already. Your old man’s cooking has left my tongue feeling numb!

Wrath grimaced, still convinced that rubber was clinging to his tongue.

‘Maybe he’s right.’

My stomach rumbled loudly—even though I’d eaten a nadin bread at lunch, my intense training had burned through it. I’d need to head to the Annex Building and grab a proper meal before returning.

“Head of House, thank you so much for today—hm?”

As Raon was about to greet Glen, the Training Ground door opened and Lectar and Mustan entered.

“Lectar?”

The two men wore traveler’s garb rather than training clothes—the same attire they’d had when we first met. From their appearance, it seemed they were preparing to leave Zigheart.

‘Why so suddenly…?’

They hadn’t mentioned anything during the morning training session, so I never imagined they’d be departing so abruptly.

“You’re leaving?”

Glen seemed to notice Lectar’s intention to depart as well, giving a small nod.

“Yes. A close friend contacted me urgently saying he needs help, so I should go check on him.”

Lectar sighed, explaining that his friend had reached out in a panic, leaving him no time to inform anyone beforehand.

“Is it a serious matter?”

Glen lowered his gaze, hands clasped behind his back.

“If needed, I could offer my assistance.”
“Once I get there, he might just want to share a drink instead. Please don’t worry yourself. I’m grateful for the sentiment alone.”

Lectar’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected Glen’s offer of help, before a smile crossed his face.

“In any case…”

He turned toward me with a bitter smile.

“I’m afraid this wager must end in my defeat. I boasted so confidently, yet here we are. I apologize, and Raon, I’m sorry to you as well.”

Lectar murmured his regret, saying he hadn’t properly taught me despite his confident words.

“Once I settle this matter and return, I’ll devote myself fully to observing your swordsmanship.”
“That’s not it.”

Glen stepped forward before Raon could speak.

“Head of House?”
“End the wager like this? I cannot accept it.”
“Well, since I’ve acknowledged my defeat, as we discussed before, you can take the lead in teaching Raon….”
“That’s not what I mean.”

Glen shook his head calmly.

“A wager shouldn’t end so anticlimactically. Lectar wouldn’t speak nonsense, so I think we should postpone our bet.”

He curled his lips upward, unwilling to end a wager that had piqued his interest in so long with such ease.

“We’ll postpone the wager until Lectar returns.”
“…Are you serious?”
“I am. Raon, what do you think?”
“I’m fine with it.”

I nodded, looking between Glen and Lectar in turn. Watching these two strangers build a bond while teaching me, I couldn’t help but smile naturally.

“Well, well.”

Lectar let out a dry chuckle and adjusted his sleeves.

“You’ll regret this later. I’ve now learned how to teach Raon.”
“That’s something to look forward to. I’ve also found new ways to make use of this fellow.”

Glen and Lectar faced each other with smiles blooming on their faces. Behind them, the crimson sunset gently warmed their laughter.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

Lectar bowed to Glen before turning his gaze toward me.

“I’ve already informed the Annex Building residents. You’ll see me again soon, so focus on your training.”
“Understood.”

I straightened my posture and bowed respectfully.

“Raon, until next time. I’ll do my best in both martial training and spiritual cultivation as you instructed!”

Mustan waved his hand, his eyes sparkling with an almost overwhelming brightness.

“Ah, yes….”

Raon nodded awkwardly.

“I won’t see you off.”

Glen brushed his hand dismissively, as if urging them to leave quickly.

“That’s a shame. But instead….”

Lectar smiled faintly and placed a hand on Raon’s shoulder.

“I’ll borrow Raon for a moment.”
“Hmm, just this once.”
“Thank you.”

He patted Raon’s shoulder as if urging him to hurry.

“I’ll escort both of you and return.”
“See that you do.”

Glen instructed him to be respectful and conduct them with proper courtesy.

“Understood.”

I nodded respectfully to Glen before taking my place ahead of Lectar and Mustan.

“Please follow me.”

I opened the Training Ground’s door and exhaled softly.

‘Leaving so suddenly like this—it’s a shame.’

It wasn’t about missing training with all weapons. I had grown fond of them, and their abrupt departure felt regrettable.

As I guided them in silence, I soon found myself at the Family Estate’s Main Gate.

“Sigh….”

I watched the main gate of Zigheart slowly open, my lips pressing together with a hint of reluctance.

“There’s no need to regret so deeply.”

Lectar smiled gently, as if he had read my expression.

“Where there is meeting, there must be parting. We shall meet again soon, so focus on your training and do not disappoint me.”
“Understood.”

I nodded with a faint smile. Since Lectar, like Glen, was a man of his word, it truly seemed we would meet again.

“When we meet next time, I will work hard so that Lectar may be surprised.”
“I look forward to it. And….”

Lectar stroked his beard, then lowered his hand. His expression darkened like the break of dawn.

“When we meet again, I shall answer your question.”
“An answer….”

It seemed he was referring to my earlier question about whether he knew my father.

“Understood.”

I nodded, saying I would wait.

“Then I shall take my leave.”
“Raon! We shall meet again!”

Lectar turned his back, and Mustan let out a refreshing laugh.

I bowed deeply toward Lectar’s retreating figure—a man who had given without asking for anything in return.

“Thank you.”

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When Raon saw off Lectar and Mustan and returned to the 5th Training Ground, Glen had not gone back to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“You haven’t left yet?”

As I approached Glen, who was gazing at the darkening sky, his gaze lowered to meet mine.
The moment I locked eyes with those inscrutable crimson orbs, a chill ran down my spine.

“I was waiting because I have something to give you.”

Glen shook his head, saying that while the wager over instruction had been postponed, the reckoning was not yet finished.

“If you speak of reckoning….”
“Do you remember that I originally intended to teach you the Way of the Blade?”
“Ah, yes.”

I nodded. Glen had mentioned this even when he first met Lectar—that he had originally planned to teach me the Way of the Blade.

“By that reckoning, it would be right for me to teach you, but if I lay hands on your martial arts now, it would break a promise. Learn it of your own accord.”

Glen flicked his finger, and red sparks erupted from the void before a single tome materialized. The thin volume, no thicker than a finger joint, bore the title “Clear Sky Blade.”

“The Clear Sky Blade is, quite literally, a blade that contains the azure heavens. However….”

With those words, Glen turned away. From his hand bloomed a dark blade like the twilight sky itself.

Whoooosh!

The dark blade, as if containing the very sky itself, unleashed a magnificent aura as it cut through the gathering dusk.
Wherever the blade flowed, weighty ripples cascaded forth, and immense sword force radiated outward. A realm of a different caliber. The 5th Training Ground itself—no, the entire Zigheart seemed to fall within Glen’s grasp.

“My sky is dark.”

The moment Glen turned back around, the dark blade held in his grip vanished like foam.

“You must master the Clear Sky Blade by containing your own sky within it.”

With those words, he disappeared into the falling darkness, his form twisting away.

As I caught the manual for the Clear Sky Blade falling from the void, I recalled what Yua had once said.

“He’s quite an affectionate person….”

That might actually be true.

-That makes no sense!

Wrath shook his head violently.

-If he were truly affectionate, he wouldn’t force-feed me that damn bread!

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