The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 467

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Chapter 467

I ignored the status window and observed Glen. He seemed to be deliberating on what to do, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“I also agree with the Gwangpung Corps Commander’s words.”

Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Commander, was the first to raise her hand in support.

“Had the Gale Wind Squad Commander not been in the midst of that turbulent period, we would have inevitably fallen into Heekyuk Je’s schemes. I believe he is more than deserving of such compensation.”

She smiled, using the phrase “turbulent period” instead of adolescence.

“I share that sentiment.”
“Thinking of Heekyuk Je’s crumpled face, I’d even give my own salary.”
“Right. I never expected things to end so cleanly.”

The unit commanders nodded without hesitation, agreeing with Serena’s words.

I shifted my gaze from the unit commanders who agreed with Rimer’s sentiment to observe the former commanders.

“….”

Karun said nothing and closed his eyes. Unlike usual, he showed no inclination to interfere.

“I believe he deserves even more. It was a remarkable achievement that could not be accomplished through force alone.”

Denier spoke of it as an outstanding performance, his eyes gleaming with interest.

“Ahem, today should be fine.”

Valdemar waved his hand as if to say he should take it and leave quickly.

“Excellent!”

Rimer scattered bright applause.

“It’s rare for opinions to align so perfectly. What’s the occasion?”

He muttered that things had gone well as he approached Glen Zigheart.

“The Head of House heard as well, didn’t he? Everyone has agreed.”
“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart regarded Raon with calm eyes, desperately suppressing the corners of his mouth that threatened to rise as he pressed his lips firmly together.

‘There’s nothing to say except that he did well.’

He had far exceeded my expectations.

When Raon first spoke recklessly about causing a commotion, I had felt some tension.

With the previous patriarch and the major lords present, if something went wrong, it could have diminished the influence that was only beginning to accumulate.

‘But he pulled it off brilliantly.’

Contrary to those worries, Raon had charged at Heekyuk Je like a true ruffian, without restraint.

As a result, Heekyuk Je’s mind had crumbled, and beyond squandering money and information, she had sustained internal injuries.
They weren’t severe, but they were far from trivial—she would need time to recover.

‘What satisfies me most, though, is something else.’

I observed the executives pouring praise upon Raon. Those who had once dismissed or opposed him were now nodding in acknowledgment of his remarkable performance.

It brought me joy that my grandson, who had been scorned, was beginning to earn recognition from the executives who guided the Family Estate.

Watching Raon gradually forge his own identity, I felt the urge to descend immediately and ruffle his hair in pride.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart snapped his fingers slowly. A golden dimension opened, drawing in all the treasures that Heekyuk Je had scattered.

“Huh?”

Rimer’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why are you taking all of it!”

Without responding to him, I gathered all the treasures into my subspace.

‘Why, you ask? Because I wanted to give him more.’

That foolish Rimer had suggested giving Raon only the portion that Heekyuk Je had left behind additionally.
Since that amount wasn’t substantial, I decided to combine everything first and send him a greater quantity of higher-quality treasures.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”

Glen closed the Treasury and called out to Raon.

“Yes.”

Raon stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

“Since everyone has agreed, we should accept it. I’ll have a portion of the treasures that Heekyuk Je left behind sent to the Annex Building.”
“Thank you.”

Glen cupped his chin with his hand and lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile.

‘Sylvia will be delighted as well.’

Given Raon’s nature, he wouldn’t make a grand display of it to Sylvia. I wanted to send it as a gift from the Patriarch’s Hall and make her smile too.

‘Today has been entirely satisfactory. Except for one thing.’

Glen’s smile narrowed slightly. Most matters had gone well, but one thing nagged at him.

Where had Raon learned to pull off such reckless stunts? Though the answer was becoming somewhat apparent.

Tsk, tsk.

Rimer clicked his tongue as he watched Glen’s throat bob.

‘It’s written all over his face.’

Perhaps because they had spent so much time together, Rimer felt he could discern Glen’s thoughts just by looking into his eyes.

‘He’s so pleased he wants to embrace him, but he’s holding back.’

Glen couldn’t reveal his true feelings, burdened by the karma of his own actions and worried about Raon facing scrutiny from the other Main Lineage members.

‘But setting that aside.’

It might just be embarrassing.

Since Glen had only supported Raon from the shadows since childhood, it seemed difficult for him to treat the boy warmly.

‘Still, we’ve made some progress lately.’

The one encouraging sign was that the distance between Raon and Glen had been gradually narrowing in recent times. Though anyone watching would be exasperated to death.

“Sigh.”

As Rimer exhaled a sigh, Glen’s voice rang out.

“That’s all for now. Only the Gwangpung Corps Commander remains.”

Glen instructed the executives to leave, now that all matters had been concluded.

“Huh?”

Rimer’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Why am I… Oh!”

Now that he thought about it, there was a reason for being kept behind.

‘Is he rewarding me with some scraps for looking after Raon?’

Seeing that Glen’s expression wasn’t harsh, it seemed there was no other particular reason for the summons.

“Understood!”

Rimer nodded vigorously, his voice ringing out with enthusiasm.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad! Well done!”
“Your audacity is remarkable.”
“How did you even conceive of such a thing? What in the world is going on in that head of yours?”
“My chest feels completely relieved. Buy me a drink later.”

The unit commanders smiled at Raon or waved their hands, saying they would see him next time.

Karun passed by without saying anything, Valdemar rolled his eyes with a reluctant expression, and Denier nodded as if impressed.

“Then I shall take my leave.”
“Wait.”

Glen raised his hand as Raon bowed and began to exit.

“Where did you learn that reckless performance you displayed today? It wasn’t an act you could have created alone.”
“It’s all thanks to the exemplary teaching material standing beside me.”

Without hesitation, he pointed directly at Rimer.

“Ah, no! You’ve far surpassed me! The student exceeds the master!”

Rimer shook his head rapidly, sensing an ominous chill running down his spine.

“No, sir. I cannot match even half of your prowess.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Today you were a proper scoundrel!”
“You are a scoundrel even in your daily life, sir.”

Master and disciple pointed fingers at each other, each claiming the other was the greater rogue.

“Then I shall take my leave.”

Raon departed from the Audience Chamber, insisting until the end that it was all thanks to Rimer’s vivid rogue-like conduct, leaving only Glen and Rimer behind.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Glen slowly rose from the Jade Throne. A sinister aura blazed up from the depths of the Audience Chamber, just as it had when he faced Heekyuk Je.

“Seeing Raon’s behavior today, I think I understand how you normally treat the children.”
“No, really! I don’t have that kind of madness like Raon! He’s the one blessed by recklessness!”
“Not recklessness. Adolescence.”
“Adolescence? Raon was mentally past puberty the moment he was born. What adolescence are you talking about!”

Rimer protested with stamping feet, but Glen didn’t hesitate and raised his hand.

“Wait, just a moment! Thanks to me today, Raon secured the gold bars! Can’t we call it even….”
“That’s why it’s only half.”
“Half?”
“Die halfway.”

Boom!

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Karun left the Patriarch’s Hall quietly, while Valdemar departed with an excited expression.

“Living long enough, even that madman becomes useful.”

Valdemar scratched his thick neck and curled his lips upward.

“His madness is directed at external enemies. He becomes an unstoppable blade, doesn’t he? Did you see Heekyuk Je’s expression?”

He chuckled, saying that for once today, he actually liked Raon.

“I saw it. His composure completely shattered. He must have sustained internal injuries.”

Karun nodded calmly in agreement.

“Kahahaha!”

Valdemar burst into refreshing laughter, clutching his forehead.

“I knew it wasn’t a mistake! I should have brought something to give him!”

He seemed to have developed a slight fondness for Raon, wondering if the simplicity he usually displayed was genuine or merely an act.

“That bastard’s expression screams premeditation… hm?”

Valdemar continued to observe the silent Karun, his eyes narrowing.

“Why are you furrowing your brow? Even if you dislike him, you should acknowledge this one deed. He caught the rat who was trying to exploit the main family.”
“True. It was worthy of acknowledgment. It benefited the clan greatly. However…”

Karun slowly turned his head. His pupils had settled into a quiet, predatory calm—like a serpent that had spotted its prey.

“Where exactly did that incident occur today?”
“Where else? The Patriarch’s Hall.”
“Right. The Patriarch’s Hall. Only Father can move freely within those walls.”
“Ah…”

Valdemar’s eyes widened as the implication finally struck him.

“If we had mocked Heekyuk Je, Father would have told us to stand down. Yet today, Raon rampaged through the Patriarch’s Hall as if it were his own home.”
“Then…”
“Yes. Father’s gaze toward Raon has changed.”

The chill in Karun’s final words froze the very air around them.

“Isn’t that a bit of an overreaction? Raon is still young…”
“If that bastard had only recently reached Master rank or was merely at the lower tier, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But his current level is Master’s peak—and the kind of power that can consecutively crush other peak-tier masters.”

He clenched his teeth as he recalled Raon.

“It seems Father intends to make him our rival.”

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As Raon emerged from the Patriarch’s Hall, Chad approached him.

“You’ve worked hard.”

He bowed his head, acknowledging that I had deliberately caused trouble and must have found it exhausting.

“Not at all.”

To be honest, it wasn’t difficult in the slightest. With Rimer as such an excellent reference point, I could see exactly how to move.

“It’s a modest gift. Please take it home and enjoy it.”

Chad extended a small box wrapped in elegant paper.

“Oh, that’s not necessary….”
“It’s a dessert I think the unit commander would enjoy. Please accept it.”

He pressed the box into my hands without allowing further protest, then stepped back.

“Then I’ll see you next time.”

Chad bowed once more and departed without hesitation.

I narrowed my eyes as I studied the box Chad had left behind.

‘Are these the macarons from before?’

Since Chad had given me macarons as a gift previously, it seemed likely he’d chosen a similar dessert this time.

‘There’s someone here I can’t let my guard down around.’

I still didn’t fully understand Chad’s true intentions, so he wasn’t someone I could afford to trust completely.

-Forget about that!

Wrath erupted like a fountain, his expression twisted in frustration.

-Let’s go get ice cream already! You promised!

He grabbed my sleeve and shook it insistently, urging me toward the Pearl Ice Cream Shop.

‘I understand.’

I nodded. Due to the cascade of events, Wrath hadn’t yet enjoyed the ice cream he’d been craving all this time.

He’d eaten one in the middle, but since it tasted like corn bread, he’d declared he wouldn’t count it.

‘Let’s go.’

I nodded, having broken my promise to him repeatedly. I resolved to buy him all the ice cream he wanted as we headed toward the shop.

‘Should I check my messages on the way?’

I pulled up the messages I’d deleted without reading in the Audience Chamber.

I thought Wrath would cause a commotion, but he sat with his hands clasped and eyes closed.

‘What are you doing?’
-Don’t make me speak. I’m praying that nothing happens today.

Wrath muttered that he was pleading with the Heavens to let him eat ice cream today, at least.

‘Nothing will happen.’

There was no festival today, and the shop wasn’t closed. There was no reason to worry.

-Whenever you’re around, something always happens!
‘Only sometimes. Just sometimes.’

I waved my hand dismissively as I read the message.

[You have shattered the mental fortitude of an overwhelmingly superior opponent.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[The rank of the trait 【Ambush】 has increased.]

As I confirmed the messages about my increased stats and trait rank, I heard Wrath’s groan.

-Damn it….

So he was curious after all, despite claiming he wasn’t interested. Irritation and anger bloomed across Wrath’s face.

-Why is my assassination power rising!
‘Did you assassinate me with words?’
-Ugh….

Wrath clamped his mouth shut, having nothing to say.

‘Anyway.’

I smiled as I checked the next message.

[Title 【Tongue That Toys with the World】 has been created.]

I squinted at the title’s name.

‘Tongue That Toys with the World?’

This was a bit….

Thinking the name sounded rather undignified, I read the description.

【Tongue That Toys with the World】
A title bestowed upon one who has defeated an opponent of higher rank through eloquence alone.
Ability: Causes minor mental confusion when conversing with opponents of higher rank.

This title, unlike physical power, affected the opponent’s mind.
It seemed to have effects similar to mental-type magic.

-I acknowledge it!

Wrath nodded his head readily.

-I acknowledge this much! You toyed with three Demon Lords on the tip of your tongue!

He instead grew indignant, saying you should become a tongue that toys with dimensions, not the world.

-I should pluck out your tongue and make it a relic of the Demon Realm! If word spreads that it’s the tongue that toyed with three Demon Lords, the entire Demon Realm would be in an uproar!

Wrath’s eyes gleamed as he spoke of it becoming a mythic-grade artifact.

‘Stop spouting nonsense and just think about ice cream. We’re almost there… huh?’

I came to a halt before the Pearl Ice Cream Shop. The interior was dark, and no one was visible inside.

-W-wait, could it be?
‘Are they closed?’

I approached the storefront and read the paper affixed to the door.

[Closed today because there’s someone worth cursing at.]

Beneath it, in smaller text, was written the fact that despite witnessing Heekyuk Je and White Whale holding hostages with the Black Tower, he had chosen to ignore it.

‘Ah…’

My mouth fell open. It seemed the Restaurant Manager had rushed to the Main Gate along with the other merchants to condemn Heekyuk Je.

‘How did it come to this?’

I had released Dorian and Crain inside to spread the rumors quickly, but I never expected it to backfire like this.

-W-what is this!

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he stared at the paper.

-This mustachioed fool! Why does he care so much about society! Just sell ice cream inside!

He beat his chest in exasperation, claiming he was losing his mind.

-He goes to festivals, attends events, and now he’s criticizing people—who’s supposed to sell the ice cream!

Wrath shrieked about how the world could possibly be like this.

-The world is unfairly criticizing the True Demon King!
‘Unfairly criticizing?’
-Criticizing me against all reason!

He flailed his hands as if he were about to seize the heavens by the collar.

‘Over there….’

I glanced at Wrath’s expression and smacked my lips.

‘I don’t think he’s coming today.’

Heekyuk Je was likely occupied persuading his followers and the residents of Zigheart. The Restaurant Manager probably wouldn’t open his shop today either.

-Silence! I shall spend the night here without fail!

Wrath furrowed his brow, declaring he wouldn’t budge until the door opened.
As I pondered what to do, the box Chad had given me came to mind.

‘How about we eat this first?’

If this dessert was a macaron, it seemed possible to console Wrath.

-Hmm….

Wrath tilted his head slightly, showing interest.

‘As expected.’

I smiled faintly and unwrapped the box. Inside were plump macarons generously coated with cream, just as I’d anticipated.

-This is quite good! Sweet and delicious!
‘Right? Let’s make do with this for now.’

I patted Wrath’s back and picked up a macaron.

-But what flavor is this?
‘Flavor?’

I tilted my head, observing the cream color of the macaron.

‘Let me check… huh?’

I caught sight of a note written between the boxes and my mouth fell open.

[I heard the Commander favors these, so I special-ordered Nadine Bread-flavored macarons. I look forward to your continued patronage.]

The note Chad left behind read that these were special-ordered Nadine Bread-flavored macarons.

-I’m going to lose my mind.

Wrath squeezed his eyes shut.

-I swear I’m developing a genuine distrust of humanity!

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