The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 441

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Chapter 441

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen also knelt before Glen Zigheart and bowed their heads.

“We humbly request the same.”

They made no effort to conceal their fervent desire to participate in the search mission.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart leaned back against the Jade Throne, his long fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

“There is only danger ahead, and nothing to gain upon your return. Will you still go?”
“Danger and reward are irrelevant. We simply do what must be done.”

As I had stated moments before, I lowered my head and asked him to send us forth, saying we needed neither profit nor honor.

“Foolish lot, you are. And yet….”

Glen Zigheart released a hollow laugh and nodded.

“That phrase—doing what must be done. I find myself drawn to it.”

The glacial chill that had permeated his voice seemed to dissipate noticeably.

“These days, there are many who fail to uphold such principles, or never knew them to begin with.”

Glen Zigheart’s fingers, which had been drumming against the armrest of the Jade Throne, came to an abrupt halt.

I lifted my head slightly.

‘Is he granting permission?’

Unlike before, his words and tone carried no coldness. When I became certain that I could receive the search mission, he continued speaking.

“Do you remember what I said to you upon your return?”
“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes and lowered my gaze. There was no way we’d be discussing the current situation, so there was only one appropriate response.

“Are you saying that the age of chaos has begun?”
“That’s correct.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly.

“Right now, the heavens are more open than at any other point in the Continent’s history. With the gates of heaven unsealed, talented individuals, geniuses, and monsters flood in—chaos is the inevitable result.”

His voice, as cold as ever, continued with measured clarity.

“In times of chaos, countless flowers wither before they can fully bloom. Yet the flowers that blossom in that inferno shine with unparalleled brilliance and beauty. Are you prepared to bloom in this age?”

He seemed to be asking whether we could endure any hardship and return to the Family Estate.

“Of course.”
“Yes!”

I nodded, and the entire Gwangpung Corps roared with a cry that shook dust from the Audience Chamber’s ceiling.

“A fine answer.”

Glen Zigheart rested his chin on his fist and nodded.

“This is a mission with no predetermined outcome. The lives of the Gwangpung Corps rest on your judgment, so keep your mind sharp at all times.”
“Yes.”
“Once you receive information from Chad, depart immediately. Even if the disappearance occurred last night, time is scarce.”

He waved his hand, signaling us to prepare and leave quickly.

“Thank you.”
“We won’t disappoint you!”

The Gwangpung Corps and I bowed once more, then rose and turned to leave. Not a single one of us looked back as we departed the Audience Chamber.

“Heheheh.”

Roen watched the door through which I and the Gwangpung Corps had exited, a faint smile crossing his face.

“It seems your mental fortitude has grown just as remarkably as your martial prowess.”
“Hmph, I still have much to learn.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips twisted as he shook his head.

“There’s a mountain of knowledge yet to impart. How can we speak of growth?”
“Of course. You must teach me much more.”

Roen nodded, acknowledging that this was precisely what needed to happen.

“Still, I find myself concerned about the Iron Formation.”

His brow furrowed as he recalled the missing Cheoljeon Unit.

“If those children arrive on time, we’ll have more than enough strength to save them. However…”

Glen Zigheart stroked his chin, his gaze growing distant.

“Is it truly confirmed that the Master of the Black Tower has revealed himself?”
“According to intelligence from the Bi-Yeon Society, it’s over 95% certain.”

Roen bit his lip. While it didn’t seem directly connected to this matter, the Master of the Black Tower had emerged into the world for the first time in decades.
Once again, he felt the weight of an age of chaos descending upon them.

Tsk.

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue softly as he gazed out the window.

“I cannot afford to move this time.”

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Raon stepped out from the Patriarch’s Hall and turned back to look. The Gwangpung Corps already emanated the sharp intensity and momentum of a unit prepared for battle.

‘Impressive.’

I feel like I’ve already mentally prepared myself.

-Hmm.

Wrath nodded slowly while observing the Gwangpung Corps.

-Not bad at all. Their power is still at the level of insects, but I can feel their will is genuine.

He smacked his lips, seeming to think the Gwangpung Corps was gradually becoming something worthwhile.

-Once their power increases a bit more, they could even serve as the True Demon King’s personal guard.
‘I can’t see. Move over.’
-Kek!

I swatted away Wrath’s chuckling belly and looked at the Gwangpung Corps again. They certainly seemed mentally fortified. It was gratifying to see the results of deliberately making time to train them despite the hardships.

‘But how did they get here?’

I had told Dorian we were going to the Secret Meeting Hall, but I hadn’t mentioned the Patriarch’s Hall, so I’d been puzzled from the moment I first saw them.

“How did you know I was here?”
“It’s obvious.”

Martha tilted her head as if asking why I didn’t know that.

“Obvious?”
“Yeah. After you heard about the Cheoljeon Unit’s disappearance at the Secret Meeting Hall, what else would you do?”
“You’d want to come to the Patriarch’s Hall and get permission to search for them directly.”

Burren Zigheart continued Martha’s words with a smile.

“We’ve been watching you all this time—did you think we wouldn’t figure that out?”

He said it was such an easy problem that as soon as he heard the situation from Dorian, they all came to the Patriarch’s Hall together.

“Raon coming to the Patriarch’s Hall is as natural as ice cream balls being round.”

Lunan Slion approached and patted my shoulder. She blinked her eyes, saying it was strange that I didn’t know that.

“Honestly, there’s no one more predictable than the unit commander.”
“When we’re looking for you, it’s either the Training Ground or the Annex Building.”
“That’s completely different from the commander-in-chief, whose movements are impossible to predict.”
“Ah, but during training sessions, I can’t read him at all. He becomes a complete monster then.”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen laughed, saying they naturally assumed I’d come to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Heh….”

I exhaled a hollow laugh while observing the subtle warmth kindling in the Gwangpung Corps’ eyes.

‘So I’ve been figured out….’

It was a strangely ambiguous feeling.

Having one’s nature exposed is tantamount to a death sentence for an assassin. In my previous life, I had strived to conceal myself, but now that the Gwangpung Corps understood who I truly was, an inexplicable exhilaration surged through me, and my chest burned with warmth.
In my previous life, I made an effort to hide myself. But hearing that the Gwangpung Unit knows what kind of person I am, strangely, I felt elated and my heart burned hot.

“Is he leaving a bit?”

A faint smile escaped her lips without her realizing it, as the hellish traces of her past life seemed to fade just a little.

“Everyone be quiet.”

Raon hardened his expression again, drawing the gazes of the Gwangpung Corps inspectors toward him.

“What about you, Raon?”
“Where’s Raon?”

Lunan Slion tilted his head in confusion.

“Something you need to do?”
“Yes. Even if I’m called a lazy bum, a unit commander is still a unit commander. I need to make a report.”
“Fine. Even if I’m called lazy, a loan is still a loan. I have to report it to the Treasury.”

I had to tell Rimer about this matter now, even though I had already committed to it from the start.

“Ah, that’s right! We have a separate captain!”
“You’re right. I was so used to it, I forgot!”
“Like a spoon for bead ice cream.”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan finally remembered Rimer’s existence and opened their mouths in surprise.

“Hah….”

I exhaled as I watched the Gwangpung Corps, who had completely forgotten about him.
It wasn’t that they were pretending not to know—they had genuinely forgotten his existence. In a way, that made him quite a remarkable person.

“As I said, it’s noon. If you don’t arrive in time, I’m leaving without you, so prepare quickly.”

After sending the Gwangpung Corps ahead, I headed toward the dormitory where Rimer was staying.

Creeeeak!

As I opened the old door to Rimer’s room, dust rose up from the floor in wisps.

-Ugh!

Wrath frowned at the sight of the dust.

-This bastard has nothing redeeming about him! Does he really eat and sleep in such a filthy place?

He shook his head vigorously, saying that such dust would ruin his appetite.

‘I’m curious too.’

I couldn’t fathom how someone could live in a place like this.

I fanned myself as I entered Rimer’s room. The interior was strewn with blankets, laundry, books, and garbage—it looked like a dump. It was far filthier than when I’d last seen it.
It was much dirtier than when I saw it before.

“Hmm?”
“Huh?”

Rimer, more ragged than the Saint of Nenma, rose from the pile of laundry in the middle. His entire body was covered in bandages, and his eyes were clouded and unfocused.

“What brings you here?”

Rimer waved his hand, saying it had been a while since we’d last seen each other. The weakness in his grip suggested he was still in the midst of recovery.

“I have a mission.”
“A mission came down? Or you’re saying you have one?”

He tilted his head, sensing the subtle difference in my phrasing.

“I went and accepted it myself.”
“Already? Hey, even if you want to earn merit, that’s excessive. Seriously!”
“It’s not like that. I heard today that the Cheoljeon Unit….”

I told Rimer everything that had happened today.

“Ah, that’s serious. But….”

Rimer lowered his gaze and scratched the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t go, can I?”

He gestured to his body, which was covered in bandages.

“My condition is bad enough, and I have internal injuries too.”
“Internal injuries?”
“To be precise, it’s not just internal injuries, but regardless, I can’t move right now.”

Rimer shook his head, acknowledging that this was a mission I should undertake, but his circumstances made it impossible.

“I wasn’t expecting much anyway.”
“Hey!”
“In any case, time is limited, so we’ll go on our own.”
“Will you be alright? There are at least two Layer Masters, possibly more.”

His eyes grew cold as he questioned whether I could truly handle such danger.

“If I feared such things, I wouldn’t have drawn my sword in the first place.”

My goal was Derus Robert, the head of the Six Emperors. I needed to drive my blade through his throat, and the Layer Masters of the Black Tower held no fear for me whatsoever.

“Tch, did you attend some drama academy or something? Every time you talk like this, you sound like a hero from a fairy tale.”
“You’re just being too frivolous, sir.”
“Ugh….”

Rimer couldn’t counter and lowered his head.

“Anyway, I understand. Once I recover, I’ll come help too.”

He waved his hand, saying he’d recuperate quickly and rejoin us.

“That won’t be necessary.”

I shook my head firmly, watching Rimer’s excited eyes.

“I won’t have you showing up at the last moment trying to look cool.”
“Ack….”

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I gathered my belongings from the Annex Building and returned to the 5th Training Ground. The entire Gwangpung Corps and Mark Goeten were already lined up in formation before the platform.

Whoooosh!

Everyone seemed to have steeled their resolve as they made their final preparations. I felt the sharp, blade-like momentum of the swordsmen as I climbed onto the platform.

“Is everyone ready?”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen answered with such force that the Training Ground trembled, without a moment’s hesitation.

“As you’ve likely heard from the Bi-Yeon Society informants, this will be a difficult path.”

I lowered my gaze, looking down at the Gwangpung Unit.

“If anyone volunteered simply caught up in the atmosphere, withdraw now. This is your last chance.”

I asked if anyone wanted to opt out, but naturally, no one raised their hand.

“Is that what you call a question?”
“It’s scary, sure, but we have to go!”
“Sometimes you’re just stupid.”
“We don’t have time! Let’s depart quickly!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen waved their hands as if urging us to hurry instead.

“Even if there are two Floor Lords of the Black Tower, or monsters stronger than that?”

Even hearing the mention of the Black Tower’s Floor Lords, the swordsmen’s eyes didn’t waver. Their expressions showed a resolve that matched or exceeded my own.

‘I like that look in their eyes.’

Raon smiled faintly. For the Gwangpung Corps, what mattered wasn’t who the enemy was, but who needed to be saved, so they showed no fear whatsoever.

‘True warriors of Zigheart….’

It seemed the genuine swordsmen Sylvia had wanted to see were growing here as well, not just myself.

“Then….”

Raon nodded contentedly and descended from the platform. Just as I was about to give the order to depart, Chad opened the Training Ground door and entered.

“Commander!”
“Chad? I was just about to leave….”
“No, sir. I had to come.”

Chad smiled awkwardly and held out a booklet he had brought.

“It’s hastily compiled, but there should be no errors.”

Based on the incident that occurred at dawn, he had investigated the information, and to claim there were no errors was typical of Chad’s remarkable confidence.

“Thank you.”
“And….”

Just as I was about to open the book, Chad stepped closer to my side.

“I’ve just received word that the layer masters of the Black Tower haven’t shown themselves either. Which means….”

I clenched my fists as I looked at Chad, crimson flames flickering across my eyes.

“They’re still fighting.”

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Thanks to Chad’s advance preparations, we arrived at Hopiren via the fastest route without any delays.
Given the limited time and information, I couldn’t help but admire his resourcefulness and capability.

I gazed at the peculiar landscape separated by a single road—the north bleached white, the south verdant blue.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen Hopiren.’

Hopiren was a region situated at the boundary between the Northern Region and the Central Continent. Ten steps northward revealed a snowy plain and a frozen lake, while ten steps southward unveiled a lush forest and a crystalline lake—a truly extraordinary place.

“Huh…”

Burren Zigheart exhaled sharply at the starkly contrasting terrain.

“Snow piles up on the right, butterflies flutter on the left. How does a place like this even exist?”

He seemed astounded by this impossible phenomenon, his mouth hanging open.

“Exactly.”

Martha rarely agreed with Burren, nodding her head in affirmation.

“How does something like this happen just because of a single road’s difference?”

She murmured that searching the snowy path on the right would be difficult.

“Hmm.”

Lunan dashed to the right, blinked once, and then blinked again.

“This is real.”
“We’re not here to sightsee. Focus.”

I clapped my hands to gather the attention of the Gwangpung Corps.

“Let me say this once more. Our primary objective is not combat, but search and rescue. Move with the priority of saving the Cheoljeon Unit before engaging in battle.”
“Yes!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps nodded in unison as if they were one, affirming they already understood.

“However, it’s also true that we cannot overlook those who have touched Zigheart.”

I twisted my lips as I gripped the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

“Once I give the signal, sweep away every enemy in sight.”
“I like that!”
“Of course!”

The swordsmen clenched their fists, their voices taking on a far more savage edge than before.

“Then let’s move out.”

I advanced down the strange path where heavy snow fell on one side and warm wind blew on the other, gesturing for them to follow.
The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps followed, their eyes blazing with a fierce, madness-tinged azure light.

The sharp aura of the Gwangpung Corps, advancing as if forged into a single blade, split the eyes and wind of Hopiren.

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