The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 466

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Chapter 466

Heekyuk Je’s pupils twisted as if crushed beneath a hammer. Her trembling lips parted slightly, and a low voice escaped her.

“How did you….”

She quickly regained her composure and closed her mouth, but Raon did not miss that moment.

“So it was true after all.”

Raon drew a cold smile and clenched his fist.

‘That’s enough.’

Though her words remained unfinished, they served as sufficient confirmation. The testimony that Heekyuk Je had met with the one wearing the dragon’s helm was indeed fact.

‘Is this the effect of my recklessness?’

Seeing her once-unshakeable resolve crumble, even if only for a moment, proved that my constant pressure since she entered the Audience Chamber had borne fruit.

“Tell me. What is your connection to Eden?”

It was not Heekyuk Je who responded to Raon’s question, but the executives.

Shiiing!

The attendants and major officials silently drew their swords and surrounded Heekyuk Je. Without exchanging words, they created an atmosphere like an inspection that pressured her.

“Do not move.”
“You dare come here with such a shameful past?”
“You’ve got the nerve to show your face here when you’ve got such a shady past?”

Karun, Denier, and Valdemar. The three swordsmen drew their blades to Heekyuk Je’s throat, their combined presence sharp enough to send chills down the spine.

They too appeared to prioritize the family above all else.
They too seemed to prioritize their Family Estate above all else.

Roooaaarrr!

The Great Demons, just as they supported the Demon King, blocked the passage with their blades leveled at Heekyuk Je.

Grrrraahhh!

Heekyuk Je did not bend her waist even as she received the overwhelming pressure from both the Demon King and the Great Demons.
From beneath her feet, an oppressive aura surged forth like a tidal wave.

“It seems my capital is being properly depleted today.”

Heekyuk Je’s lips curled upward. Her expression was serene. In that brief moment, she had calmed her mind and steadied her spirit.

“Choose your words carefully.”

At Glen’s cold voice, Heekyuk Je’s gaze shifted toward the platform.

“If you have any connection to Eden, I cannot let you leave.”
“Hmm….”

For the first time, tension filled her eyes.

“I have no intention of fighting.”

Heekyuk Je slowly raised both hands and shook her head. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

“I will confess. I have met a man who wore a dragon’s helm.”

She closed her eyes calmly.

“However, there is no relationship between us. He was merely a customer who came to White Whale seeking information.”
“A customer?”
“Those of you present here would know, but White Whale deals in both military might and information.”

The executives nodded slightly. They all seemed to know that much.

“He came directly to me to purchase information, and I sold it to him. A merchant and a customer. That is all our relationship was.”

Heekyuk Je said that she had not seen the man since the information transaction, and she grasped her sleeve.

“What is the appearance of that helmet?”

Glen parted his lips, his gaze turning cold and unsettling.

“Hmm….”

Heekyuk Je let out a brief sound as he heard Glen’s question.

“As expected, the Head of House knows about the Heavenly Demon.”

She nodded slowly.

“Heavenly Demon?”
“What is a Heavenly Demon?”
“Hmm….”

The branch heads furrowed their brows, seemingly unfamiliar with the term.

“….”

But the three former heads pressed Heekyuk Je with an even sharper aura, clearly knowing what it meant.

“Heavenly Demon….”

As I tilted my head in confusion, Heekyuk Je continued.

“Eden’s purpose is restoration. They wish to return to the old era. Do you know what period that was?”

Heekyuk Je turned her gaze toward me. She spoke with a smile that seemed somehow twisted.

“A hell where humans and monsters waged endless war. The time when the Demon Dragon sought to devour the world itself. It was also the era when the First Patriarch of Zigheart made his name known.”
“Demon Dragon….”

I swallowed hard.

‘I’ve heard of it before.’

There was a legend of the Demon Dragon—called the worst and strongest of all—that devoured even its own kind and sought to erase the human realm from existence.
The Demon Race had also ravaged that age, making human life a literal hell, and it seemed that legend was indeed true.

“Eden’s true purpose is the resurrection of that Demon Dragon. Some of you here likely know this already, while others will come to understand it in time.”

Heekyuk Je spoke of information that was far from cheap, nodding his head slowly.

“In Eden, we call the one who wears that Demon Dragon’s helmet the Heavenly Demon. We pray that one day the Demon Dragon will awaken and dye the sky in darkness. Though it is said they have never revealed themselves to the world, the Head of House would surely know, wouldn’t you?”

She smiled as she looked at Glen Zigheart.

‘So that’s how it was.’

Raon’s lips trembled as he listened to Heekyuk Je’s words.

‘Eden’s second leader was the Heavenly Demon.’

There had been rampant rumors that Eden had another leader besides Tacheon, and it seemed that figure’s true identity was none other than the Heavenly Demon.

“The Dragon’s helmet worn by the Heavenly Demon has crimson scales, black horns, and eyes with inverted white and black—the demonic gaze. However….”

Heekyuk Je moistened her parched lips.

“The one who came to me wearing the Dragon’s helmet was different. Silver scales, horns tinged with blue light. Their appearance also differed from the known characteristics of the Demon Dragon.”

She shook her head, saying she herself did not know their true identity.

“What information did he purchase?”

Glen Zigheart gazed silently into her eyes, as if trying to discern her true intentions.

“Though I showed a pathetic display today, I am an information broker. I cannot carelessly reveal information my clients have purchased.”

Heekyuk Je straightened her posture with grace. The confident aura that had emanated from her when she first arrived here rose once more.

“However, I can say with certainty that the information he purchased was not about the Six Emperors Five Demons.”

Heekyuk Je assured them that it was absolutely not information that would harm Zigheart.

‘That woman….’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed Heekyuk Je.

‘More impressive than I expected.’

I was amazed at how calmly she responded in such an urgent situation. It seemed I would need to revise her threat assessment.

“And why should I believe that?”

Glen gazed down at Heekyuk Je with cold, dignified crimson eyes.

“There is no reason. I merely swear upon my name and that of White Whale that this is no falsehood.”

Heekyuk Je withdrew a white token from her bosom. Upon its smoothly rounded surface of white steel was engraved the emblem of White Whale, the divine creature said to roam the seas and skies.

“Should my words prove false in the future, you may take this token and strike off my head.”

Her narrowed eyes made clear this was no mere attempt to escape the situation.

‘It doesn’t sound like a lie….’

I swallowed dryly as I watched the token Heekyuk Je offered.

‘What will happen now.’

If Glen possessed information about another dragon’s helm beyond the Heavenly Demon’s, Heekyuk Je would leave this place unscathed. If not, battle would erupt between Glen and her.

‘Either way, striking now isn’t a good move.’

The people held captive in the Black Tower had begun spreading rumors of White Whale’s misdeeds. If Heekyuk Je were injured or killed here, the carefully laid plan would crumble.
Even if I were to attack her, now was not the time.

A low hum resonated through the air.

As I contemplated how to move in each scenario, the White Whale token held in Heekyuk Je’s hand floated up and was caught in Glen’s grasp.

“I shall accept it. However….”

The token in Glen’s hand crumbled to dust in an instant.
For something forged of white steel to dissolve like that—it was no human power.

“If those words are lies, I’ll erase the White Whale’s name myself, regardless of your faction.”
“…I will keep that in mind.”

Heekyuk Je trembled, his shoulders shaking as he nodded, overwhelmed by Glen’s oppressive presence.

“Hmm…”

Raon smoothed the back of his hand as he observed Glen’s darkened eyes.

‘So there’s another dragon’s helm besides that Heavenly Demon?’

Silver with blue horns. The color combination looked oddly familiar.

As I was recalling that helm in my mind, Glen waved his hand.

“Stand down.”

Upon hearing his command, the vanguard and rear guard sheathed their blades and withdrew.

“Phew…”

Heekyuk Je exhaled softly and brushed off her sleeves. The back of her garment was damp with perspiration—it seemed she too had been tense.

“Then let us depart.”

Roen approached Heekyuk Je as if nothing had happened and smiled.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”

Heekyuk Je did not follow Roen. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Raon.

“This time, I was thoroughly defeated. A complete loss.”

A smoldering heat kindled in her parched eyes like dying embers.

“I do hope we meet again.”
“I’d rather not.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders, expressing his indifference.

“Just a moment.”

I spread my fingers as Heekyuk Je furrowed his brow and turned to leave.

“I’d suggest stopping by the building to the right after you leave the Patriarch’s Hall.”
“The building to the right?”
“Yes. You’ll need to change into new shoes. Go there and ask for a pair—they’ll give you one.”

I smiled and pointed at Heekyuk Je’s shoes. Based on my life experience, once I started something, it was only right to see it through to the end.

Crack.

Heekyuk Je’s face flushed as emotions he’d barely suppressed surged back up. He ground his teeth and left the Audience Chamber.

Boom.

The iron door closed with a grand sound, yet the Audience Chamber remained silent.

“Hmm….”
“Uh….”

The Patriarch and the Lords stood with their mouths agape, clearly not expecting me to overwhelm Heekyuk Je to this degree.

“Well….”
“It seems to have ended well.”
“Y-yes, it did.”
“It ended well indeed.”
“I never expected things to proceed this way.”

All the executives nodded in satisfaction at the result of Heekyuk Je’s submission. Even Valdemar was smiling.

I met Wrath’s gaze as he looked at me with a mixture of astonishment and pride.
I was about to thank him for keeping quiet, but he had turned away and was busily moving his hands.

‘What are you doing?’
-Writing notes, I am.

True to his word, Wrath was writing on his round palm.

‘What kind of writing?’
-It is the method by which you toy with other humans. The True Demon King acknowledges its mad effectiveness. Take. The. Shoes. With. You.

He was writing out the words he had spoken to Heekyuk Je moments before, one character at a time.

-Come quickly now. If I just demand that someone come fast, they get irritated.
‘That’s not it….’

Words had to be tailored to the situation to ensnare your target—used carelessly, they meant nothing at all.

‘That phrase isn’t supposed to be used that way….’
-Silence. The True Demon King is studying. I too shall shed my human guise as you have done!

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, insisting he was in the middle of his studies and not to be disturbed.

‘You were never human to begin with.’

As I shook my head, Rimer suddenly latched onto my side.

“What exactly are you? Where in the world did you learn to do something like that?”
“Where would I learn it? I have an incompetent adult right beside me.”

I pointed at Rimer with my finger.

“Me? I don’t do crazy things to your extent! You were just a complete ruffian!”
“No, sir. I only did exactly as much as you did.”

I shook my head in denial.

“Well, whatever. It doesn’t matter right now anyway.”

Rimer chuckled and waved his hand toward Glen.

“Head of House!”

He grinned widely, pointing at the mountain of treasures Heekyuk Je had left behind.

“The additional share we obtained thanks to Raon should rightfully go to him, shouldn’t it?”

Glen’s lips trembled slightly at those words.

“Master Raon. I….”

As I was about to wave my hand dismissively, a message materialized before my eyes.

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As Ariel followed Roen out of the Patriarch’s Hall, her subordinates—including Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom—were waiting.
Though their appearance hadn’t changed much from before, their eyes were as lifeless as those of an aging lion.

‘Damn them….’

I wanted to crush the skulls of Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom, who had shamefully leaked information to Raon, but the location prevented me from acting on it.

“L-Leader.”
“We’re sorry!”

Baek Rangdo and Hyeol Unkgyeom saw the eerie glint in Ariel’s eyes and immediately bowed their heads, begging for death.

“Rise. This isn’t the place for such words.”
“Huh?”

As Ariel waved her hand to lift everyone up, Baek Rangdo’s mouth fell open.

“Leader. There’s blood at the corner of your mouth….”

At his words, I touched my lips. Blood was trickling down, staining the corner of my mouth.

‘It’s not from my mouth.’

Internal injury.

An internal injury sustained from being exposed to genuine killing intent while in a state of severe psychological shock. It was no exaggeration to say it was a wound inflicted by Raon.

‘Damn it.’

Though not severe, the wound required rest and recovery, which irritated me.

Ariel gestured to Hyeol Unkgyeom and Baek Rangdo.

“Follow me. We need to leave immediately. Just tell everyone you know nothing.”

I had to move as quickly as possible to silence the people Raon had sent out. There was no time for conversation.

As I headed toward the main gate of Zigheart, the swordsmen I’d seen on the way in still stood there, and behind them were even ordinary civilians without martial training.

“How could you not rescue the hostages!”
“That makes you no different from Oma!”
“The New Rising Powers should be called the New Rising Demons!”
“Heegyukje? A hero? That was all lies!”

The residents of Zigheart standing behind the swordsmen had already heard rumors of Heegyukje and White Whale and began denouncing them.

Heegyukje bit his lip and quickened his pace toward the main gate.

“Are you leaving already?”

Iliun, the Chief Steward standing before the gate, waved his hand with an expression that was worlds brighter than when I first saw him.

“Yes. Open the gate for us.”
“Of course.”

As he waved with a refreshed expression, the main gate slowly opened.

“Sigh…”

The moment Heegyukje stepped through the gate with a sigh, his followers who had come all this way rushed forward and blocked his path.

“Lord Heegyukje!”
“What is the meaning of this!”
“How could you stand by and do nothing when people were being held captive by demons!”
“This is a lie, isn’t it!”

The followers who had been trailing her footsteps clasped their hands together, begging for this not to be true. Not only them, but the residents of Zigheart who had emerged from behind began to voice their condemnation.

“May your journey be a pleasant one.”

At the mocking tone, I turned to look back, and there was Iliun atop the castle wall, smirking.

“Tch….”

Heekyuk Je forcibly swallowed the blood that threatened to burst through his throat, gritting his teeth.

‘Raon Zigheart. I’ll tolerate this for now. But next time….’

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