The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 462

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Chapter 462

Glen turned his body completely around. The smile that had lingered at his lips faded like mist.

“Before we get to the fun part, there’s something that bothers me.”
“What is it….”

I watched Glen’s eyes, which seemed displeased about something, and my fingertips trembled.

“That you lack maturity. From what I can see, you have far too much of it.”

Glen shook his head, saying he had never seen me look my age since I was young.

“I’ve been holding back.”

I laughed awkwardly and scratched my cheek.

‘If I didn’t have maturity, that would be strange.’

I was kidnapped at an age when I should have been cradled in my parents’ arms and lived as an assassin.
Before I was even born as Raon Zigheart, I had lived a life harsher than slavery, so being different from other children was inevitable.

“Holding back?”
“I understand my circumstances and situation, so I didn’t want to burden Mother and others with worry.”

I lowered my gaze, speaking words most fitting for the current moment.

“I see….”

Glen let out a low sigh and traced his lips with a finger. His voice carried emotions laid bare, unlike his usual demeanor.

“Then what do you mean by the fun part?”

He changed the subject, as if to clear the heavy atmosphere.

“I intend to disrupt Heegyukje’s plans somewhat.”
“Disrupt Heegyukje’s plans?”
“Yes. Heegyukje is cultivating public opinion by coming to Zigheart alone, ensuring that neither I nor White Whale can be touched. Understanding her intentions is simple enough, but breaking them is not so easy.”
“That’s true.”

Glen frowned, clearly displeased with Heegyukje’s approach as well.

“In truth, now that rumors of Heegyukje coming alone have spread, Zigheart’s movements are bound to be constrained. But simply enduring this passively is tedious. Even if we must yield on some matters, we should extract the maximum we can gain while also inflicting humiliation upon her, should we not?”
“Humiliation?”
“The Head of House, the Former Lord, and the Heavenly Sword Master all possess reputation, status, and age—they cannot move recklessly. A single misspoken word or careless action would invite criticism from countless families and kingdoms. But…”

I continued, watching Glen’s eyes kindle with renewed interest.

“I am different. I possess the standing and achievements to participate in such matters without raising suspicion, yet I am young. Surely it is not strange for one my age to still make mistakes and display youthful arrogance.”
“Mistakes and arrogance, you say.”

Glen nodded with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“You mean the incident where you mocked Airand not long ago.”
“I thought to make that a bit more… irritating.”
“…That would certainly be entertaining.”
“Yes. It will be quite amusing.”

Raon and Glen regarded each other, their smiles remarkably alike.

“Ahem.”

Glen turned his gaze away first, covering his mouth with a soft cough.

“Very well. Attend that gathering.”
“Thank you. May I ask one more thing?”
“What is it?”
“It seems I may interject during the conversation between the Head of House and Heegyukje. Is that acceptable?”

I bowed my head. This request was crucial—only with this permission could I truly check Heegyukje’s moves.

“Children grow by causing trouble. You’ve been far too serious since childhood, so it would hardly be strange for a belated adolescent phase to arrive now.”

Glen chuckled and nodded. His permission to act freely in the Audience Chamber meant I now had nothing to fear.

-Crackle!

Wrath clapped his hands toward Glen Zigheart.

-That’s our Grandfather for you! So satisfying!

The creature uttered his admiration and nodded with evident satisfaction.

‘He’s not your grandfather.’
-Don’t sweat the small stuff.
‘Small stuff….’

I wanted to kick Wrath for his absurdity, but I couldn’t move—Glen might think I was insane.

“Then I’ll see you then.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand and turned to leave.

“I look forward to seeing how foolishly you conduct yourself.”
“I won’t disappoint you, sir.”

I bowed my head toward Glen’s departing back. I watched until he was out of sight, then smiled coldly.

“I need to contact the Black Market.”

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The moment I returned to my room, Wrath pointed at the ice cream box with his pudgy fingers.

-Open it quickly before it melts!
‘This is made from cold stone, so it won’t melt.’
-Enough! Open it now! I’m dying to know what flavor Grandfather picked!

Wrath giggled, saying that only Grandfather cared for him.

“Sigh, fine. I get it.”

I shook my head and opened the ice cream box. White frost billowed up like heat shimmer, revealing four pearl ice creams.
The ice creams were all the same color—a deep golden hue like well-baked bread.

-Huh?

Wrath’s mouth fell open in disappointment.

-W-wait, no mint chocolate? And they all taste the same? Grandfather, you have no taste!

He slumped his shoulders, disappointed that it wasn’t the flavor he wanted and that all the tastes were identical.

-Ugh, I suppose I can’t help it. At least I’ll be satisfied with the pearl ice cream itself!

Since Wrath hadn’t eaten ice cream for over a month, he seemed to have decided to be content with the ice cream alone.

-Let me taste it first. But what flavor is this?
‘Hmm, this is… wait?’

I widened my eyes as I looked at the box’s lid.

‘…This is bread flavor.’
-Bread? Bread’s fine! So what kind of bread? Pineapple pizza? Pepperoni pizza bread? Or maybe something classic like red bean and cream! What flavor…’
‘Nadin bread.’
-Huh?

Wrath’s eyes rolled, his gaze turning into that of a ghost with all light extinguished.

-Did you just say…’
‘Nadin bread flavor, apparently.’

I let out a hollow laugh at Wrath’s sudden shift in reaction and answered.

-D-don’t lie! Why would you make ice cream with that rubber-tasting bread! That makes no sense!
‘Well, there are usually lots of unusual things anyway.’

Since Wrath didn’t choose, the Pearl Ice Cream Shop frequently introduced strange new flavors.

-Even so, nadine bread is too much! It tastes only of rubber, so who in their right mind would enjoy such a thing!
‘I’m fine with it.’
-Your palate is perverted, you wretch!
‘The Head of House enjoys it too.’
-That old geezer has the same perverted taste!
‘You mean Grandfather….’
-Arrrrrgh!

Wrath clutched his head and let out a scream of anguish.

-I’ll kill them! Who made this ice cream! Tell me their name!

His fingers trembled as he declared he would hunt down the culprit and strangle them on the spot.

‘Let’s just try it first. You never know.’
-Hmm, that’s true.

Wrath nodded curtly. He seemed to think that since it was ice cream, it would naturally be sweet.

I watched Wrath’s contorted expression and brought the Pearl Ice Cream to my lips. Having eaten so much nadine bread, I felt no resistance and placed it directly in my mouth.

‘Oh.’

The rubber flavor spread across my entire mouth in a flash, followed by a sticky bitter aftertaste. Except for the cold temperature, it was nadine bread incarnate.
There was not a trace of the sweetness Wrath had been anticipating.

-Ughhhh….

Wrath collapsed to the ground, his face a portrait of shattered expectations. Tears welled in his eyes as he frantically rubbed his tongue.

-This, this isn’t right! This isn’t ice cream at all!
“No, it’s perfect.”

I nodded with satisfaction as I gazed at the Pearl Ice Cream.

“It captures the flavor of nadine bread perfectly. I’m pleased with it.”
-S-save me. Please….

Wrath crawled across the ground, extending his hand toward the heavens in desperation.

-There’s nothing here but people with shit on their tongues!

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Glen finished his conversation with Raon and entered the Conference Room.
Roen, Sheryl, and Chad, who had been waiting inside, rose to their feet.

“Head of House.”

The three began to bow, but Glen waved his hand and took a seat at the head of the table.

“What’s the status?”
“We’ve continued deliberating, but we haven’t reached any concrete conclusions.”

Sheryl furrowed her brow, her gaze fixed on the center of the table.

“If we try to stop or touch Heekyuk Je as she comes alone to Zigheart, the situation will only escalate.”

She slammed her fist against the table, clearly frustrated by the predicament.

“That’s precisely the problem.”

Chad nodded in agreement.

“According to our informants placed near Heekyuk Je, the majority of public opinion is favorable toward her. And that number continues to grow.

He sighed as he mentioned the many followers gathering behind Heekyuk Je.

“A troublesome situation indeed.”

Roen, unusually taciturn, clicked his tongue briefly.

“If she came seeking combat, we could handle it easily. But instead, we’re the ones who need to eliminate assassins for her.”

He tapped his fingers against the underside of the table with an air of regret.

“In times like these, having a high reputation and position becomes a hindrance.”

Chad nodded in agreement.

“White Whale made the first move, and as long as we’re bearing the Six Emperors’ name, we had no choice but to comply. We’ll return the martial artists in custody, though what we gain won’t be particularly substantial. However….”

Glen Zigheart wore a subtle smile, like moonlight fading through a window.

“Something rather amusing seems to be unfolding.”
“Something amusing?”
“What do you mean by that, sir….”

Sheryl and Chad widened their eyes.

“Ah!”

Roen let out a faint laugh as he looked at Glen Zigheart.

“You just met with the Gale Wind Squad Commander, didn’t you? Did he do something?”
“Who knows?”

Glen Zigheart closed his eyes as if to say figure it out yourself.

“It’s Raon? What did that fellow do?”
“I’m curious as well.”

Sheryl and Roen moved closer to Glen Zigheart’s side, asking what Raon had said.

“I don’t know either. We’ll find out when that day comes.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head, speaking with complete trust in Raon.

“Surely you have some idea, sir.”
“Hehehehe.”

Roen smiled with his eyes as he watched the waves rippling across Glen Zigheart’s lips.

“Did you like the gift?”
“He seemed to have a favorable expression. That boy does enjoy nadingbang.”

Glen nodded calmly.

“What is this! Why are only you two sharing secrets! Tell me too!”

Sheryl wedged herself between Glen and Roen, demanding they tell her about Raon.

“Mm.”

Chad watched the three of them smile at the mention of Raon’s name, and he made a silent vow once more.

‘If I want to survive here, I need to stay in Raon’s good graces. I should buy him a gift tomorrow.’

The finest nadin bread!

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Zigheart Underground Prison, Level 3 Interrogation Room.

“Ughhhh….”
“Ahhhhh!”

Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo trembled violently, their groans emerging as if blood were rising in their throats.

Wracked by excruciating agony, the two men rolled their eyes to glance rightward.
Raon Zigheart sat casually in a chair, reading some incomprehensible book.

‘What… what is that monster!’
‘Why did he suddenly show up and start torturing us without a word!’

Raon had come to this place after a long absence and immediately begun torture without asking a single question. They had never encountered such a madman before.

‘This ghost of a man….’
‘Even a demon would at least speak first!’

Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom trembled as they watched Raon reading his book without sparing them a glance.
Simply sharing the same space as that monster made their hearts feel as though they were shriveling.

Many torturers and interrogators had visited since Raon’s last session, but none possessed such a vicious, malevolent aura as he did.

‘I… I’m going to die like this.’
‘Where in the world did he learn such torture methods…’

Raon’s torture was far more than simply twisting bones and muscles in agony.
There was an itching sensation as if thousands of insects crawled across their entire bodies, followed by a stinging bite. Finally, waves of frigid cold and searing heat alternated, as though their skin was being roasted and frozen simultaneously.

They had trained to endure torture, but his methods were absolutely unbearable.

‘P-please just ask.’
‘I’m ready to answer everything!’

Since they had already revealed information about the Dragon Mask, they were fully prepared to divulge all their secrets.
They had reached the point of feeling disappointed that Raon refused to ask, despite their readiness to answer anything.

‘Ah…’
‘I… I’ve reached my limit.’

Foam began to form at the corners of Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom’s mouths. Just before the two men lost consciousness, the sound of Raon turning a page ceased.

“It feels fresh every time I read it.”

Raon closed the martial arts manual of the Changung Sword and offered a faint smile.

“Huh… huh…”
“Gasp…”

He tucked the manual into his robe and lowered his gaze toward the source of the groans.
Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom’s eyes trembled as if pleading for mercy.

When Raon snapped his fingers lightly, the aura of Manhwagong and Glaceia that had been binding the two men dissipated without a trace.

“Gasp!”
“Ugh…”

Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom exhaled ragged breaths as though their very souls were escaping their bodies, retching violently.

“W-what… why did you come so suddenly?”

Baek Rangdo, the first to regain his composure, lifted his head. His tongue felt stiff, mangling his words.

“I wanted to confirm you hadn’t forgotten about me.”

I smiled brightly and waved my hand.

“Ugh…”

Both men trembled, their expressions those of people confronting a true demon.

“I’m joking. Something piqued my curiosity.”
“C-curiosity about what…?”
“About what kind of person Heekyuk Je is—the head of White Whale, the one who abandoned you both.”

I smiled, deliberately emphasizing the word “abandoned.”

“Mm…”

Baek Rangdo furrowed his brow and hunched his shoulders.

“Your sense of time must be warped from being underground, but more than two months have passed out there. And not a single inquiry about your treatment has come through.”
“Ah…”
“That’s…”

At the lie about two months, Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo’s eyes trembled even more violently.

“So I became curious.”

I cast a chilling gaze toward the two men.

“What kind of woman Heekyuk Je truly is—cold-blooded incarnate.”

When extracting information, sheer aggression isn’t always effective. Sometimes, like cracking a whip and offering carrots, one must gently stroke the heart to obtain valuable intelligence.

—They’re coming to rescue those people, aren’t they?
‘That’s right. But these fools don’t know.’

The Zigheart Underground Prison was a place where information was perfectly controlled. Since even the guards refused to speak, there was no way for them to learn anything about Heekyuk Je.

—Really, what kind of person is this….

Wrath’s jaw trembled as if he were fed up.

“What’s Heekyuk Je’s personality like? He seems cold and decisive.”

Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom didn’t answer immediately. After a brief pause, the two men opened their parched lips.

“He’s a frightening man.”
“Frightening?”
“Yes. He knows everything. That’s why, as you said, his decisions are swift and final. What cannot be done cannot be done, and what can be done can be done. He determines this clearly and acts accordingly.”

Baek Rangdo chewed his lips nervously and lowered his gaze.

“Y-yes, that’s correct. When we go on missions, they almost always unfold exactly as he commands.”

Hyeol Unkgyeom nodded, affirming Baek Rangdo’s words.

“Hmm.”

I nodded thoughtfully.

‘So he has a military-like temperament.’

Those who excel at prediction are naturally decisive. They possess a cold pragmatism—if what they desire doesn’t materialize, they discard it without hesitation. Heekyuk Je appeared to be no different.

‘Then he should be easy to break.’

Intelligent people don’t fear other intelligent people—they fear madmen. A madman is unpredictable, reason cannot reach him, and he is the natural enemy of strategists. It seemed my plan would proceed as intended.

“Then did he predict my involvement as well?”
“H-he said Zigheart would come.”

Hyeol Unkgyeom shook his head, saying that while he was told the White Lotus Society would arrive, there was no mention of the Gwangpung Corps.

“You.”
“I was told to bring these men, but your name was never mentioned….”

Baek Rangdo said he had instructed to bring only Hyeol Unkgyeom as quickly as possible, since Baek Rangdo himself was too dangerous.

“I see.”

I stroked my chin and narrowed my eyes thoughtfully.

‘They knew the White Lotus Society was moving, yet failed to predict me?’

Was I truly that anomalous? Or had they simply made an error?

An error seemed likely, though it was also possible I existed entirely outside their predictive scope.

‘They claim to perceive the threads of fate, after all.’

I turned my gaze toward Wrath, whose brow was furrowed in displeasure. With him clinging to me and having absorbed the power of two other Demon Lords, I had perhaps become something fundamentally alien to this world.

“A few more questions.”

I interrogated Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom—both drowning in betrayal and terror—about Heekyuk Je’s past actions, piecing together her character.

Once I had gathered enough information, Dorian approached from behind.

“Commander. She’s arrived. She’s at Seolun Rock right now.”
“Is that so?”

I nodded and rose to my feet.

‘Then we have roughly two hours.’

It takes about two hours on foot from Seolun Rock to Zigheart for an adult man. There wasn’t much time left before Heekyuk Je arrived.

“I should get going.”
“Ah….”

Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo’s eyes widened in shock.

“W-who is coming…?”
“Who else? Your master is on her way.”

I had already extracted all the information, so I told them that Heekyuk Je was coming.

“She’s coming to save you, apparently.”
“W-what!”
“But you said there was no contact at all just before!”
“That’s true. She said nothing about you two. She only mentioned wanting to visit.”

Heekyuk Je had merely sent word that she wished to visit, perhaps intending to come and speak with me directly.

“Hehehehe!”
“Raon Zigheart! You bastard!”
“I need to prepare, so I’ll be going.”

I turned around with a cheerful wave of my hand.

“This demonic fiend!”
“A Demon Lord! That must be a Demon Lord! There’s no way a human could have such a twisted personality!”

The two of them cursed more vehemently, as if trying to overcome their terror of me.

-What nonsense are you spouting!

Wrath turned to look at the two of them, his expression darkening.

-Don’t you dare compare this personality-defective bastard to a righteous Demon Lord!
‘….’

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