The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 450

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Chapter 450

I led the Gwangpung Corps and Cheoljeon Unit into the Patriarch’s Hall. The imposing iron doors of the Audience Chamber were unusually wide open.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Roen, standing before the doors, bowed his head with his hand placed over his chest.

“Well done. You haven’t betrayed my trust, as always.”

Sheryl, leaning against the wall, raised her hand and offered a serene smile.

“Please enter. The Head of House awaits you.”

The two of them pointed toward the interior of the Audience Chamber, their smiles deeper and warmer than usual, as if they were proud of me.

“Thank you.”

I exchanged bows with Sheryl and Roen before stepping into the Audience Chamber.
I walked toward the Platform, my footsteps muffled by the pristinely laid carpet.

Perhaps because the entire Continent was in turmoil due to Oma and the New Rising Powers, not a single elder was present, and the number of squad leaders and unit commanders was noticeably fewer than before.

-Huh?

Wrath surveyed the Audience Chamber and frowned.

-This isn’t a party! You liar!
‘I told you. It’s a party, but there’s nothing in it for you to eat.’

I shrugged at Wrath’s complaint.

-Damn it! I thought I didn’t need to decide on the pearl ice cream set, but now I have to choose again!

He began muttering about mint chocolate and pineapple as he reconsidered the flavors of the pearl ice cream set.

‘Anyway.’

I pushed Wrath aside and stood before the Platform, lifting my head.

Glen Zigheart sat with his back buried in the Jade Throne, his eyes gleaming with cold intensity.

He appeared much as always, yet a faint light flickered within his crimson pupils. Rescuing the Cheoljeon Unit and returning seemed to bring him genuine joy.

“We greet the Head of House.”
“We greet the Head of House!”

I spoke in a measured tone, kneeling and bowing my head. Behind me, the powerful voices of the Gwangpung Corps and Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen echoed through the chamber.

“Gwangpung Corps and Cheoljeon Unit. We have completed the search mission and returned.”

I raised my head and reported the successful completion of the mission. Glen’s tightly closed lips seemed to tremble ever so slightly.

“All of you, rise.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if that tremor had been mere illusion. He narrowed his brows slightly as he observed Trevin and the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen slowly getting to their feet.
He narrowed his eyes as he observed Trevin slowly rising to his feet and the Cheoljeon Unit inspectors.

“Commander of the Cheoljeon Unit.”
“Yes, Head of House.”

Trevin stepped forward and bowed his head.

“What happened after you completed the subjugation mission?”

Since we had returned without filing a report first, not only Glen but the other executives also looked at Trevin with curiosity.

“After submitting the mission completion report, as we were returning to the Family Estate, we spotted people who had fallen into the Frozen Lake. They were people who had not learned martial arts at all, so we rushed to rescue them. Suddenly, a dark current erupted from the ice field, plunging all of us into an alternate dimension composed of demonic energy. After that….”

Trevin recounted in a calm voice how they had fallen into the trap of the Black Tower and how desperately they had fought within that barrier.

“You endured well.”

Glen nodded, meeting the resentment that glistened in Trevin’s eyes.

“We apologize!”

Trevin cried out an apology like a scream, bowing deeply at the waist.

“I am weak and have lost many of my soldiers. As the Master of the Cheoljeon Unit of Zigheart, I have no face to show!”

He let tears that he had been holding back fall one by one, biting his lips until they bled.

“Once you take up the sword, weakness in this world is a sin.”

Glen lowered his left hand that had been supporting his chin and gazed at Trevin with sunken eyes.

“However, if you have realized your own weakness, you can climb higher.”

He examined Trevin, whose face had turned red, and the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen in turn, then lifted his chin.

“Grow stronger. For the sake of your comrades who died because of your weakness, sharpen both your power and spirit all the more. That is the path and solace for the fallen.”
“Yes!”
“We will do so!”
“We will grow stronger!”

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen unleashed a thunderous reply that shook the entire Patriarch’s Hall.

“I have already spoken to the Master of the Bi-Yeon Society, so have the Master of the Cheoljeon Unit take care of the fallen.”
“Understood.”

Trevin nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He exhaled the bitter emotions in a short sigh and stepped back.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Glen groomed his beard and called out Raon’s name.

“Yes.”

Raon answered calmly and stepped forward.

“How did you discover the barrier the demons had installed within the Ice Field?”
“The last traces of the Cheoljeon Unit were found between two lakes, so I thought we should search that location first. While searching, I sensed a presence near the Frozen Lake and went to investigate, only to find warriors from the White Whale hiding there. After subduing them and gathering information, I searched for the demonic energy in the Ice Field and….”

I concealed the matter regarding 【Holiness Blooming from Darkness】 and explained how I subdued Hyeol Unkgyeom before barely discovering traces of demonic energy and entering the barrier to fight.

“…After leaving the Barrier, Baek Rangdo provoked me. I defeated him, and then the warriors of White Whale subdued and brought him here along with Hyeol Unkgyeom.”

I gestured toward Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo, who were bound by the Gwangpung Corps behind us.

“White Whale, you say….”

Glen’s gaze turned toward Baek Rangdo.

“Insolent.”
“Ugh….”

He had merely cast a glance devoid of any momentum or aura, yet Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom gasped as though their breath was being strangled, foam flecking their lips before they collapsed into unconsciousness.

“White Whale? These madmen….”
“How dare they commit such insolence within our domain….”
“Head of House! We cannot let this stand!”
“Indeed! We must take their heads to White Whale at once!”

The executives erupted with fierce momentum, as though the honor of Zigheart had been insulted.
The warriors of White Whale trembled violently, exposed to that overwhelming pressure.

“Enough.”

Glen raised his hand lightly, and the executives who had been radiating killing intent immediately suppressed their aura and stepped back.
He turned his gaze back to me, resting his chin on his fist.

“So you’re telling me you defeated Marun, the floor master, along with Binghyang, and even crushed Baek Rangdo over there.”
“I was fortunate.”

I answered plainly, lowering my head.

“Fortune? Perhaps with one. But defeating three Master-class warriors in succession is not a matter of fortune.”

Glen’s voice was as dry as reading from a book. Yet it conveyed that his words were sincere, not mere flattery.

“I simply acted according to what I learned and practiced.”

I bowed to Glen, a gesture that carried the meaning that I was able to win without difficulty thanks to his and Lectar’s teachings.

“I see.”

Glen nodded slowly, understanding the meaning behind my words.

“To break Marun, Binghyang, and even Baek Rangdo in succession… that’s quite impressive.”
“Well, Marun and Binghyang were defeated within a barrier saturated with demonic energy.”
“Heh, I’d probably lose if I had to fight all three of them consecutively.”
“At this point, I can only call him a monster.”
“A Master-level expert at twenty years old? It’s absolutely absurd.”
“We should have done whatever it took to recruit him to our generation during the selection!”

The executives’ attention, which had been directed toward the White Whale warriors, shifted back to Raon.
Most of the executives, excluding a few from the Main Lineage, gave thumbs up or applause, calling it a remarkable achievement.

“That’s right. Fighting the Black Tower’s minions within a barrier composed of demonic energy is no easy feat.”

Glen listened to all the executives’ remarks before raising his hand gently.

“The Gwangpung Corps have all worked hard as well.”
“Thank you!”

Raon and the Gwangpung Corps bowed deeply. Perhaps because we had received praise from Glen, the swordsmen’s faces flushed with warmth.

“Rescuing the Cheoljeon Unit and the hostages is certainly a remarkable achievement. However.”

Glen gazed down at me with cold eyes.

“The commander of the Gwangpung Corps said that rescuing comrades is naturally expected, and thus no reward is necessary.”
“What?”
“You… said something like that?”
“Raon…”
“This man really…”

Trevin and the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen trembled with eyes that flickered between bewilderment and emotion, not having known that Raon had said such a thing about needing no reward.

“Does that conviction remain unchanged even now?”
“Yes.”

I nodded. While receiving a reward would be nice, I had acted with a genuine desire to save Trevin and the Cheoljeon Unit, so it made no difference to me.

-Bead ice cream!

Wrath, who had been drooping in disappointment that this wasn’t a party, suddenly sprang up like a frog.

-Tell them to fill the entire Annex Building with bead ice cream!
‘Settle down for a moment.’

I brushed aside Wrath, who thrashed about like a kitten demanding mountains of ice cream, and closed my mouth.

“You say it’s fine, but the world doesn’t work that way.”

Glen shook his head with tedious slowness.

“If we rescue comrades from crisis without offering any reward, the world will curse the Zigheart name.”
“That’s true, sir.”

Sheryl stepped beside him with a subtle smile.

“I agree as well.”
“We’ve rescued over fifty people—we must provide appropriate compensation.”
“We didn’t just save the Cheoljeon Unit and the hostages; we also captured the White Whale’s vermin.”

The other executives raised their hands in agreement. Thanks to Trevin, even the Main Lineage members remained silent without complaint.

“As expected.

Glen snapped his fingers, and Roen, who had been waiting in the back, carried a wide platter up onto the Platform.

“To Raon Zigheart, Commander of the Gwangpung Corps, for rescuing the Cheoljeon Unit and the hostages, we bestow a gold medal. To the Gwangpung Corps, we bestow silver medals.”

He gestured for them to come up one by one, first beckoning to me.

“Yes.”

I saw the gesture and climbed onto the Platform, standing before Glen.

“You’ve proven that sending you was the right choice. Well done.”

Glen, pleased that the Cheoljeon Unit had returned, presented the gold medal directly and praised my efforts.

“Thank you.”

Raon accepted the golden token and bowed deeply to Glen, though unlike before, he did not injure himself in the process.

‘There’s no helping it.’

I had spoken directly about it, and since I harbored no great expectations regarding rewards, I smiled and descended from the platform.

“Next, Unit Leader of the First Unit, Martha Zigheart.”

Glen distributed tokens to all the unit leaders and their members, beginning with Raon, then rose from the Jade Throne.
The warm atmosphere melted away, replaced by an aura so eerily immense and lofty that it seemed to tower overhead.

“As you all know, four of the Oma have begun their activities. The remaining one will soon open its gates and move as well.”

His eyes gleamed with a chill as he spoke of how other swordsmen were even now fighting the Oma outside.

“There is no need for restraint any longer. Should you encounter the Oma, sever their necks without question. Especially the Black Tower and Eden—pursue them to the very end and eradicate them completely. I grant you this authority.”

Glen issued orders that henceforth there would be no need for dialogue with the Oma; they were to be cut down without exception.

“Yes!”

The officers struck their left chests, where the Zigheart crest was inscribed, and knelt. Above their shoulders rose a sharp, keen aura like a blade honed by a master craftsman.

“All of you, dismissed.”

Glen announced that today’s ceremony had concluded and settled back onto the Jade Throne, waving his hand dismissively.

“Thank you for your efforts!”

The officers bowed respectfully and filed out of the Audience Chamber, but Raon remained standing in place.

“Do you have something to say?”
“May I interrogate those two?”

Raon pointed toward Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo.

“Since I captured them, I’d like to conduct the interrogation myself.”
“Are you confident you can?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as if questioning whether I could truly manage it.

“Yes. Please trust me.”

If I drew upon what I’d learned from my previous life as an assassin rather than my current existence, extracting information from those two would be simple.

“True. A knight need not limit himself to only righteous and noble deeds.”

Glen nodded as he looked at me.

“Begin tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”

I bowed respectfully and left the Audience Chamber.

Creak—

The moment the Audience Chamber door closed, Glen exhaled deeply and leaned back against the Jade Throne.

“Remarkable.”

Sheryl, the Heavenly Sword Master, gazed up at Glen with a smile.

“Marun, Binghyang, and even Baek Rangdo—he crushed formidable opponents without exception. His growth far exceeds expectations.”

She clicked her tongue in amazement, despite having known of Raon’s talent.

“Haha, I never anticipated he’d reach such heights. He hasn’t even touched the Grand Master threshold yet…”

Roen also gazed past where Raon had stood, exhaling softly in astonishment.

“It appears the Head of House’s direct instruction has proven effective.”
“Indeed. I understood the importance of a master, but I never expected such dramatic transformation.”

Sheryl nodded with a faint smile.

“Ahem!”

Glen shook his head with a cough.

“It’s not that the master is exceptional—it’s that the disciple is exceptional!”

He shook his head, insisting that neither he nor Lectar had taught particularly well; rather, Raon had simply learned exceptionally.

“Hehehehe.”
“Is that so.”

Roen and Sheryl watched Glen’s eyes dart about as they offered gentle smiles.

“However….”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes, tilting her chin slightly.

“You’re not planning to end Raon’s reward with just a single gold medal, are you?”
“….”

Glen offered no reply. Instead, his lips began to tremble—faintly at first, then with increasing intensity.

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