The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 468

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Chapter 468

The 5th Training Ground, where the violet dawn sky rippled like a curtain.

I drew the Heavenly Sword from the center of the training ground. The silvery blade rose silently, piercing toward the sky.

A single slash fell. Despite the lack of force behind it, an intense wave erupted, carving a thick line across the training ground’s floor.

I tightened my lips slightly and brought the blade down again. The second slash left a thinner mark than the first.

Unsatisfied even with that, I repeated vertical cuts in succession.

The sword mark, once as thick as a finger joint, gradually thinned until it became a line as delicate as a single strand of hair.

Even after continuing to bring the blade down, no new marks appeared.

The reason was simple.

Each vertical cut fell with identical force and speed, never deviating from the final mark I had carved.

I gazed at the sword mark emanating a cool aura and smiled with satisfaction.

‘This is acceptable now.’

Due to the increased aura and stats, I initially struggled with force control, but by wielding the basic sword technique over a hundred times, I had adapted to my strengthened body and aura.

Despite all the training I had done, the basic sword technique proved most effective for adapting to my transformed body.

Wrath clicked his tongue dismissively.

-Tsk tsk.

-You put on a show every time your stats increase. Doesn’t it exhaust you?

He muttered that humans were truly an incompetent species.

‘I’ve told you before.’

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and exhaled softly.

‘In real combat, this single difference in precision determines life and death.’

I gestured to the thick sword mark etched at the beginning and the thread-thin trace left at the end.

‘No amount of training in harmonizing body and aura is ever excessive.’

Merely growing stronger in body and aura wasn’t inherently beneficial.
If I couldn’t perfectly control that strength, growth itself could invite catastrophe.

-If you become a Demon Lord, you won’t need to do such things. Your body will adapt instantly.
‘A Demon Lord?’
-Indeed. Once you grow stronger, there’s no need for further training—your body will adjust on its own.

Wrath puckered his mouth like a fish, eager to know if I wanted to become a Demon Lord.

‘You do it instead.’

I shook my head firmly.

-Ugh….
‘What exactly do you want from me? One moment you say I’ll burn down the Demon Realm, the next you’re telling me to become a Demon Lord.’
-Well, that’s….

Wrath’s round eyes rolled about awkwardly.

-If you came, the Demon Realm would be ruined, but I’d like the other arrogant ones to experience it too.

He muttered that while he didn’t particularly want the Demon Realm destroyed, he’d love to see those presumptuous Demon Lords and demons stripped bare.

‘So you can’t suffer alone? Typical.’

At times like this, he seemed far less the Lord of Wrath and more like a petulant child.

-That’s not it! I merely wish to set an example for the young saplings of the Demon Realm….
‘That’s enough.’

I brushed off Wrath’s grumbling and sequentially deployed the Radiant Sword, Snowwind Sword Form, and Manhwagong’s swordsmanship before lifting my gaze.
The starlit dawn sky descended, and the sun had already risen into view.

‘Then for the final technique.’

I raised the Heavenly Sword above my head. Pointing the blade toward the sky, I drew forth the grade of my soul.

Roooooar!

The pillar connecting body and soul vibrated intensely. The aura dwelling within the Heavenly Sword spread throughout the Training Ground, creating a tremendous current.

‘I will cleave the heavens.’

I infused the glowing blade with a will more vivid than aura itself and brought the sword down with force.

A recoil like striking water with a club pressed back against my grip, yet I swung my arm through to completion.

Kuuuuung!

The grade of my soul dwelling in the sword’s edge and my will to cleave became one, unleashing a tremendous pressure throughout the entire Training Ground.

In a fleeting instant, the first technique of the Heavenly Sword—Great Dominion of Heaven—dominated this very space itself.

“Haaah….”

I wiped the sweat flowing from my brow with my sleeve and exhaled deeply.

‘It’s completely different.’

From basic swordsmanship through the completion of Manhwagong’s techniques, I hadn’t shed a single drop of sweat, yet the Heavenly Sword drained my entire body with fatigue from just one swing.
This seemed to be the difference in swordsmanship infused with will.

‘Though it is that powerful.’

The Heavenly Sword was not merely a technique of superior power.
It was a transcendent swordsmanship that dominated space and suppressed opponents, so the rapid depletion of stamina and mental fortitude was a natural backlash.

‘Do Grand Masters wield techniques like this as if they were basic swordsmanship?’

I began to understand why Grand Masters were called natural disasters.

-The higher you climb, the more you must rely on your own abilities to survive. If you cannot do that, you will simply fall to the bottom.

Wrath nodded as if it were obvious.

-Moreover, that swordsmanship you are learning is not merely about imbuing will. It is a method that devours space itself, so it will also aid you in acquiring sword barriers.

He licked his lips, saying that the Heavenly Sword would not only open the path to becoming a Grand Master, but would also influence the manifestation of the Sword Realm.

‘Now that I think about it….’

It was not only Wrath who had said that—Glen Zigheart had mentioned it as well.

‘The manifestation of the Sword Realm.’

Since the seeds in my mental world were beginning to sprout, it was time to consider the manifestation of the Sword Realm as well.

‘What attribute should I center it around?’

What I currently possessed were swordsmanship, fire, cold, and the shadow inherited from my past life.

Containing all four within a single Sword Realm was impossible. The vessel would surely shatter.

‘One. Or perhaps two.’

As I was contemplating the Sword Realm I would create, the Training Ground door opened and Dorian entered.

“Commander! Let’s go!”

He waved his hand urgently, urging me to hurry.

“Go where?”
“What? You said there was something important today! You told me to come right this morning!”

Dorian protested loudly, saying I had called him on his day off and now asked where we were going.

“Ah, that’s right.”
-My character….

Wrath shook his head with a resigned sigh.

‘It’s because of you.’

I approached Dorian and apologized for the trouble.

“But what’s this important task you need me for?”
“You like children, don’t you?”
“Of course I do!”

Color flooded back into Dorian’s face.

“Then that settles it. Come with me.”
“Huh?”

I led the bewildered Dorian out of the Training Ground.

-Please. Please! Heavens and earth, I beseech you!

Now, instead of a demon, I headed to the Ice Cream Shop together with the Demon Lords who originated from heaven and earth.

Every time I visited the shop, something went wrong, but fortunately this time the lights were on inside and the manager was there.

-Yesssss!

Wrath clutched his head and wailed.

-Finally! Heavens and earth, I am grateful! I shall repay this blessing!

He clasped his hands together, muttering about serving a new deity. Truly a fickle believer he was.

“Ice cream? This is the right place?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.”
“But why do you need me here….”
“Because I truly do. Let’s go in.”

Raon pushed Dorian forward as they entered the Ice Cream Shop.

“Welcome—gasp!”

The Restaurant Manager’s eyes widened in shock, his distinctive mustache immediately catching attention.

“Raon? Is that really you?”

He vaulted over the counter and rushed toward me, his hands trembling.

“Why have you been away for so long?”

The Restaurant Manager furrowed his brows, expressing his disappointment at my absence.

-This bastard?

Wrath burst forth like a flash of light and seized the Restaurant Manager by the collar.

-You’re the one who’s always disappearing! Stop obsessing over society and just mind the shop!

He ranted on, accusing the manager of drinking and cursing instead of thinking about making money.

“Actually, I’ve been following your exploits closely. I even went to watch your duel with the White Lotus Society Master, and I cursed Heekyuk Je behind his back!”

The Restaurant Manager nodded enthusiastically, saying that thanks to me, he’d been having wonderfully refreshing days lately.

“So! As a special gesture! I’d like to offer you a privilege to use our shop completely free of charge! Choose whatever you’d like!”

He spread both arms wide, urging me to select any ice cream I desired.

“Are you serious?”

I gazed at the ice cream displayed behind the counter, my mouth watering.

“Of course! I’m a man of my word! I stake my mustache on it!”

He tapped his well-groomed mustache proudly.

“Just say the word.”
“In that case.”

Raon lifted his head with a smile.

“Give me everything.”
“Pardon?”
“All of it. Everything here.”
“Uh, so you mean….”

The Restaurant Manager blinked rapidly, as if he’d misheard.

“You heard correctly. I want all the ice cream in this shop packaged up.”

This wasn’t spite. From the beginning, I had brought Dorian along with the intention of buying every ice cream in this place.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath cackled at the sight of the Restaurant Manager, who had stopped breathing in shock.

-Serves you right! Who told you to empty the shop? Stop meddling in society’s affairs!

The creature even began dancing on top of the Restaurant Manager’s head.

“W-well, actually….”

Raon laughed at the Restaurant Manager, who couldn’t find his words.

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to give it to me for free.”

With that, I placed gold coins on the counter. Naturally, it was far more than the price of the ice cream.

“Oh, oh my! This is more than enough!”

The Restaurant Manager awkwardly laughed and snatched up the coins faster than a master swordsman could move.

“Right away! I’ll prepare it right away!”

He told me to wait just a moment, then began removing the ice cream wholesale.

“Dorian.”
“I understand why you called me.”

Dorian sighed and walked forward.

“Just a porter, then… Was this really important?”
“Of course it’s important. You’re the only one who can transport this ice cream to the Annex Building without letting it melt.”
“The Annex Building? Even so, there’s so much…”
“There are the little ones too.”

At the mention of “little ones,” Dorian’s eyes sparkled.
Since we had rescued children together from the Orphanage that Derus had created, he immediately understood which children I was referring to.

“Don’t you want to see the children’s happy faces? They’ll all be calling out your name.”
“Oh! That’s right! This is important!”

Dorian nodded and began gathering the ice cream and cups on his own.

-You truly have a devilish tongue, you do.

Wrath let out a sigh of exasperation.

-The True Demon King shall never fall to you!

Even though he was already falling, I let him think as he wished.

“Phew…”

The Restaurant Manager pulled out the ice cream, cups, and all the promotional items, then wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead.

“Thank you so much! I’ll support you for the rest of my life!”

He bowed deeply, saying he would treat me as a VIP from now on.

“No, that’s not it. But…”

I smiled and pointed to the Restaurant Manager’s mustache.

“You’re not going to shave that off, are you?”
“Pardon?”
“You said earlier you’d bet your mustache on it.”
“Oh….”

At those words, the Restaurant Manager’s mustache trembled anxiously.

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing your upper lip clean next time you visit.”

I waved my hand and left the shop.

“Wow, his personality….”
-A demon incarnate, truly….

Dorian and Wrath muttered in unison about my terrible character.

“I said what I said.”

As I shrugged and turned to head back to the Annex Building, a familiar face appeared from the opposite direction.

“Lunan?”

Lunan Slion approached with eyes that looked clearer than usual.

“What brings you out at this hour?”

On holidays, Lunan Slion rarely got out of bed, so seeing her here at this early hour was surprising.

“I came to buy ice cream.”

Lunan Slion held up a round wallet decorated with a sloth. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

‘I suspected as much.’

Only ice cream and training could get Lunan Slion out of bed early. As expected, she’d come to buy ice cream.

“Want to come along? I’ll buy you some.”

She waved her wallet, saying she had plenty of money.

“No, I’m fine.”

Raon shook his head slowly.

“Alright.”

Lunan Slion nodded and rushed toward the Ice Cream Shop.

And then.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

For the first time, I heard Lunan Slion’s scream.

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Thirty-three containers of pearl ice cream were lined up in front of the Annex Garden.

When I sprayed cold air on the ground to prevent the ice cream from melting, the children entered the garden.

“Wow!”
“It’s ice cream!”
“There are so many flavors!”

Fine and the other children rushed toward the ice cream containers with bright smiles on their faces.

I bowed respectfully and watched the children heading toward the ice cream with a faint smile.

‘They’ve all brightened up so much.’

These children had undergone assassin training for a long time, so when they first arrived here, they barely showed any emotion.

But after receiving treatment from Pedrick and growing close to the Annex family, they had become as bright as children their age should be.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

Wrath wagged his tail even more excitedly than the children, letting out a triumphant cry.

-Hurry! Hurry and serve the True Demon King first! Come on!
‘His mental age is identical to theirs.’

I let out a hollow laugh watching Wrath thrash about in his frenzy.

“Dorian!”
“Big brother Dorian!”
“Alright! Line up in order!”

Dorian, accustomed to meeting the children frequently, smiled warmly and began scooping ice cream into cups.

“Line.”

Lunan Slion, who had followed after hearing the news, was distributing ice cream to the children, though it appeared far more was going into his own mouth.

‘I just hope he distributes it first before eating.’

As I laughed at the absurdity, Wrath drummed my shoulder like a drum.

-What are you doing? You eat some quickly too.
‘There’s plenty anyway. We’ll have leftovers even after giving it all away.’
-What nonsense! The little ones are no different from Gluttony when it comes to ice cream!

He wagged his finger, insisting that nothing would remain if I delayed.

‘I understand. I understand. Mint chocolate, right?’
-Now you’re getting it!
‘He’s been screaming about it all month. How could I not know?’

I unwrapped two ice creams and handed one to Saint Pedrick.

“Please have some, Saint.”
“Thank you.”

Pedrick, whose eyes gazed tenderly at the children, nodded gently.

“That was a thoughtful idea.”

He chuckled, impressed by Raon’s clever idea for this event.

“It’s nice to have a change of pace sometimes.”

I placed the mint chocolate ice cream in my mouth with a faint smile.
The unfamiliar coolness and subtle sweetness stimulated my tongue simultaneously.

-Krrrrgh!

Wrath clutched his head as if driven mad, slumping limply across my shoulder.

-Yes! This is mint chocolate, and this is ice cream! What else could it be!

He was on the verge of tears, declaring he could die without regret now.

‘But nobody else likes it?’

The children gravitated toward simpler flavors like chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla, and only Lunan Slion was eating mint chocolate.

-Hmph! They’re too young to understand true taste!

Wrath scrunched his nose, insisting the children were simply too immature to appreciate real flavor.

‘Sure.’

Though your mental age seems even younger than theirs.

I suppressed the comment rising to my lips and finished the remaining mint chocolate in one bite.

‘What now?’
-Mint chocolate.
‘You just ate some.’
-There are no limits to mint chocolate!
‘I didn’t need to switch cups for that.’

I smacked my lips and filled a fresh cup with mint chocolate ice cream.
As I turned to return to my seat, two massive white horses pulling a gilded carriage emerged from the direction of the Main Mansion.

Roen, seated at the driver’s position, waved with a benevolent smile.

The children ate their ice cream oblivious to what was happening, but Sylvia and the other maids stood rigid, their hands trembling.

The carriage came to a halt before the Garden, and its ornate door swung open with a heavy sound.

A chilling aura swept through the air.

Mere presence alone froze the very atmosphere of the place. Glen Zigheart descended from the carriage.

“W-we greet the Head of House!”

Led by Sylvia, all the maids of the Annex Building dropped to their knees and bowed their heads.

“Uh….”

Only the children holding ice cream stood frozen in place.

“There’s no need for such unnecessary formality.”

Glen glanced at the children and waved his hand.

“Rise, all of you.”
“Yes, sir!”

Sylvia and the maids straightened their attire and stood up.

“It seems I’ve interrupted your pleasant time.”
“No, not at all, sir.”

Sylvia shook her head firmly.

“I merely stopped by to deliver something, so there’s no need for concern.”

Glen snapped his fingers, and a golden dimensional rift tore open above the Garden.
Gold ingots, jewels, elixirs, and magical artifacts cascaded down from the diamond-shaped tear in space.

These appeared to be the treasures Heekyuk Je had promised to send separately yesterday, but the quantity was far greater than expected—truly overflowing.

“These are the rewards I promised you.”
“Gasp!”
“Ah….”
“Wow….”

Sylvia and her attendants stared wide-eyed at me and the treasures gleaming with golden light.
Wonder and pride bloomed simultaneously in their eyes.

‘Hmm….’

I had intended to accept these treasures and hide them away out of embarrassment, but seeing how much they delighted in them—their cheeks flushed with joy—I couldn’t say it felt bad.

“Thanks to you, I’ve witnessed an entertaining spectacle after a long time. This reward is for that, so accept it without hesitation.”

He withdrew his hand as if there was no room for refusal. It was my first time receiving such praise, and my chest tingled with warmth.

“Thank you.”
“Then.”

Glen Zigheart told me to enjoy the remaining time well and turned away.
It seemed he intended to leave just like that, but his eyes in that final glimpse appeared strangely wistful.

“Hmm….”

As I rolled my eyes, wondering what to do, I spotted Yua. Seeing her smiling, memories from before surfaced, and I immediately extended the hand holding the ice cream toward her.

“Head of House, would you like some ice cream…oh!”

I belatedly noticed the color of the pearl-like ice cream resting in my hand.

It was mint chocolate, of all things.

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