The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 469

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Chapter 469

-What are you doing!

Wrath reached out to grab the cup containing mint chocolate.

-That’s the True Demon King’s mint chocolate! Why are you giving it to an old man with a hole in his tongue!

He shook his head vigorously, saying that someone who preferred nadingbang couldn’t possibly appreciate the true taste of mint chocolate.

-You didn’t want to eat it yourself and passed it on, didn’t you? You filthy bastard!
‘I’ll make you another one. Just wait a moment.’

I pushed Wrath aside and bit my lip thinly.

‘I should have brought a different flavor instead.’

Wrath and Lunan Slion loved mint chocolate among the bead ice creams, but most others didn’t prefer it.

Even now, the fewest children were lined up in front of the mint chocolate.
It was a mistake to hand over an ice cream with such divided preferences, even if Glen Zigheart had no choice but to return immediately.

As I stood awkwardly, unable to pull back the ice cream I’d already offered, Glen Zigheart turned his body completely around.

“Hmm….”

He looked down at the bead ice cream with cold eyes as if searching for an enemy.

“You’re giving this to me.”

Glen Zigheart’s voice seemed to tremble slightly. It seemed the unappetizing color was indeed the problem.

“…Yes.”

I exhaled a turbid breath and nodded.

“You don’t have to eat this one specifically. There are many flavors, so you can choose for yourself.”

Yet Glen paid no attention to the ice cream behind him, his gaze fixed solely on the cup containing mint chocolate.

Cold sweat trickled down my back, and I heard someone behind me swallow hard. It felt as though I could hear the heartbeat of everyone present in the Garden.

“It’s fine.”

Glen took the cup with the mint chocolate, as if he needed nothing else. Perhaps because of the tension, even his hand seemed to tremble.
Was it because I was nervous? His hands seemed to tremble as well.

“Head of House.”

Sylvia approached carefully and offered him an ice cream spoon.

“….”

Glen met Sylvia’s eyes and accepted the spoon. He hesitated slightly, then scooped a small portion of mint chocolate with the spoon and placed it in his mouth.

As he savored the taste, his lips moving gently, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Not bad at all.”

At Glen’s quiet voice, the frozen atmosphere of the Garden began to thaw.

“Phew….”
“Thank, thank goodness.”

The handmaidens exhaled sighs of relief and wiped the cold sweat from their noses.

“I’ll go over there.”

Glen, thinking the children were afraid of him, headed toward the back of the carriage with his ice cream in hand.

“Raon!”
“You did it! Young Master!”

Looking to the side, I saw Sylvia and Yua smiling brightly, praising me.

-Huh?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

-What is that old man doing! A taste-blind fool actually enjoys mint chocolate?

He frowned, finding it strange that someone who preferred plain bread would take a liking to mint chocolate.

Smiles bloomed on the faces of everyone in the Garden, but I couldn’t bring myself to laugh.

‘His lips were trembling.’

The moment Glen put the mint chocolate in his mouth, his lips had vibrated slightly. He’d said it wasn’t bad, but it was clear the taste wasn’t to his liking.

‘Was he enduring it for the children’s sake?’

Recalling the time when Yua had called us to eat together, it seemed Glen didn’t treat the children carelessly either.

-You fool! What are you doing?

Wrath waved his round hand, demanding compensation for his patience thus far.

-Hurry and fill a portion for the True Demon King!
‘…Understood.’

My head throbbed with concern for Glen, but I walked toward the ice cream container to silence Wrath’s complaints.

‘Which flavor will you have?’
-No need to ask! Obviously mint chocolate!
‘Sigh…’

I shook my head in exasperation and picked up a fresh cup.

Should I just get rid of the mint chocolate?

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“Kahahaha!”

Pedrick burst into laughter as he approached Glen.

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d eat ice cream! It’s been worth living all these years.”

He shook his head, marveling at how someone who despised sweets could even think of eating ice cream.

“Is this the power of having a grandchild?”
“….”

Glen said nothing, gazing tenderly at the spoonful of Mint Chocolate he’d taken.

“Why aren’t you eating? It’ll melt.”
“I cannot eat it.”

He sighed and shook his head.

“It doesn’t taste good, does it? I wasn’t impressed either.”

Pedrick chuckled, as if he’d known all along.

“I don’t know.”

Glen still shook his head without taking his eyes off the ice cream.

“I couldn’t taste it. Rather….”
“I couldn’t taste anything. It was just….”

He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

“Huh, what?”
“Huh? What?”

Pedrick didn’t understand what she was saying and tilted his head in confusion.

“Isn’t it perfect?”

Glen held up the mint chocolate in his hand slightly and let out a wistful sigh.

“What do you mean, perfect?”
“This ice cream. It’s a sphere so beautiful it’s practically flawless.”
“Have you lost your mind?”

Pedrick’s jaw dropped. He had already scooped out a portion, leaving a hollow in the ice cream, yet Glen spoke of perfection as if nothing were amiss.

“Even at scooping ice cream, he excels….”

Glen glanced sideways at Raon, a faint smile playing at his lips.

“There is truly nothing this child cannot do.”

His talent in martial arts was exceptional, his character commanding respect, his ability to crush enemies worthy of admiration—and now even his skill at scooping ice cream was flawless. My grandson lacked nothing, and I could only smile.
My entire body had tensed moments ago, struggling to suppress the joy that threatened to burst forth the instant I saw Raon.

‘How could I possibly eat something so perfect?’

Moreover, this was the first gift he had ever given me.

Raon had brought me spoils of war countless times, but this was the first time he had personally served me food. I could not bring myself to touch what remained.

Raon had brought back plenty of spoils before, but this was the first time he had personally served food, so he couldn’t bring himself to touch what was left over.
“Don’t tell me you’re hesitating because you don’t want to waste it?”

Pedrick discerned Glen’s intent, his eyes widening in realization.

“Yes.”

Glen nodded slowly.

“Then just finish it and ask for more!”

“Then just eat it all and ask for more if you want!”
Because it was the first gift Raon had ever given me, it held such value. A second would be meaningless.

Snap!

Perfect!

Glen flicked his fingers, and space tore open, spitting out a palm-sized golden box.

He opened the box’s lid and placed the ice cream I had given him inside.

“What…?”

Pedrick’s jaw dropped as he stared at the box.

“That’s… isn’t that Rion’s Preservation Casket?”
“You recognize it.”
“Insane!”

Rion’s Preservation Casket was a supreme-grade artifact crafted from the branches of the World Tree, possessing the ability to preserve everything placed inside in its original state.

To store mere ice cream in such a precious artifact seemed utterly, completely mad.

“Roen.”
“Yes.”

At Glen’s call, Roen approached and received Rion’s Preservation Casket with both hands, cradling it reverently.

“Sigh…”

Pedrick shook his head as he watched the two old men treating the ice cream like a sacred relic.

‘Have they truly lost their minds…’

As Pedrick stood trembling in disbelief, Glen approached from the side.

“How is the treatment of the children progressing?”

He narrowed his eyes as he observed the children eating ice cream once more.

His tone was dignified—hardly that of someone who had just committed such madness. It seemed his mind was entirely consumed by his grandson’s affairs.

“Hm.”

Pedrick exhaled a sigh and straightened his back.

“Things are going well. How could they not, with you continuously supplying medicinal herbs?”

There were two reasons why the children’s treatment was progressing so smoothly.
The first was the warmth and care from Raon, Sylvia, and the others in the Annex Building, and the second was Glen Zigheart’s consistent supply of high-quality medicinal materials.

“What do you intend to do with those children?”

My voice grew slightly quieter, knowing that Glen Zigheart would not simply spend money on the children without purpose.

“I don’t know.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s not my concern.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head as if uninterested.

“It was Raon who saved those children, and it was Raon who summoned you. I have no right to interfere.”
“Raon said he wanted those children to live the lives they desire. He said he wouldn’t hold them back even if they left the Family Estate. Is that truly acceptable to you?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm….”

Pedrick smiled faintly as he observed Glen Zigheart’s unwavering gaze.

‘He has truly changed.’

After overcoming the Demon King’s Mouth, he had softened somewhat, but Glen Zigheart’s inherent tyrannical nature remained unchanged.

Yet the old friend I was seeing after so long now cherished his grandson and possessed a warmth that showed consideration for the children.

‘In the past, he would have unconditionally molded them into swordsmen.’

Though the children were young, both their bodies and minds had been tempered. I never expected him to let go of such prime talent for cultivation as swordsmen.

Apart from his excessive affection for his grandson, Glen Zigheart seemed to lack nothing now.

“However, there is still a task I must undertake.”
“A task?”
“I intend to find whoever kidnapped those children and uproot them entirely.”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow, mentioning that the investigation was ongoing but the trail had gone cold.

“Kahahaha!”

Pedrick burst into hearty laughter, clutching his forehead.

“Now you look like yourself again. It brings back old memories.”

He grasped Glen’s shoulder and stepped out beside the carriage, waving his hand.

“Raon! Get us each one more!”

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I watched Glen and Pedrick return to the carriage with their ice cream, licking my lips.

‘Was I worried for nothing?’

I had been concerned seeing Glen’s lips tremble, but watching him accept a second ice cream suggested it wasn’t truly unpleasant.

‘But…’

Where had the cup gone?

Glen, who had come to get ice cream with Pedrick, returned empty-handed. Neither the spoon nor the cup were visible.

I tilted my head, observing Glen and Pedrick, but they were conversing inside the carriage, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Roen!”

Yua and Julius rushed toward Roen, each holding the ice cream they had chosen.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen smiled warmly and accepted the ice cream the two children offered him.

Unlike Julius, who remained in front of Roen, Yua squeezed between Glen and Pedrick and spoke to them.

Pedrick chuckled at whatever amusing remark had been made, while Glen nodded calmly in acknowledgment.

I found myself envying that natural charisma.

Watching Yua approach everyone with such warmth and ease brought an involuntary smile to my face.

Seeing her like that reminded me of Sword Ghost.

Observing Glen and Pedrick together stirred memories of Lectar, who had been teaching swordsmanship at the Facility until recently.
He’d said he’d return soon, but there had been no word from him yet.

I hoped he’d resolved whatever urgent matter called him away.

Though I knew worrying about Lectar was pointless, the bittersweet expression he’d worn at our last meeting lingered in my thoughts.

—Aha! Your hands are idle!

Wrath pointed at the cup still half-filled with mint chocolate.

—An old man of his caliber won’t fall to such trivial matters. Stop worrying and open your mouth already!
Can’t we try a different flavor? How many times is this now?
—There are no limits to mint chocolate! Once the True Demon King reaches the Demon Realm, I shall establish the Mint Chocolate Sect!
This is driving me insane.

I clutched my head in exasperation.

I’ll find a way to eliminate mint chocolate once and for all.

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Across a desolate, pale earth where not a single blade of grass grew, countless swords lay embedded.

Not a single intact blade was visible. Many were shattered or broken, and some had nothing left but their hilts.

Yet not one of them bore a trace of rust. Every blade gleamed with the pristine sharpness of freshly maintained steel.

Lectar climbed the mountain known as Sword Mountain within Rion, using the countless blades embedded in the ground as waypoints.

As he ascended, the number of swords diminished, but the murderous intent crystallized upon them intensified. Despite standing alone without a master, they seemed ready to unleash a vicious sword aura.

When Lectar reached the Mountain Peak with somewhat heavy steps, he glimpsed the back of a man draped in ashen-white clouds like a long cloak.

The pressure emanating from the man standing at the summit, gazing down upon the earth, was so immense that the entire world seemed contained within his gaze.

Lectar steadied his breathing, approached from behind, and knelt on one knee.

“I greet the Rion Lord.”

At that call, the red-haired man with his hands clasped behind his back turned around.

An appearance so youthful it seemed almost childlike. His golden eyes gleamed with the cool brilliance of a legendary blade, and his nose ridge extended as straight as this very mountain.

As he fully turned, the eyes that had been fixed upon the world slowly descended.
Truly a single sword—a divine blade connecting heaven and earth, manifested in human form.

“I apologize for summoning you only now.”

The Rion Lord smiled gently. Upon seeing that smile, my heart clenched tightly.

“I’ve been occupied with preparations to open the gate, leaving me with countless tedious matters.”

He waved his hand lightly, remarking that troublesome affairs had been frequent of late. The clouds hovering at the Mountain Peak dissolved, revealing a blue long cloak inscribed with a red sword.

Lectar swallowed dryly as he listened to the Rion Lord’s calm voice.

‘He has grown even stronger.’

The Rion Lord had advanced further since their last meeting before he departed from Rion.

‘Similar to Glen, yet different.’

If Glen, whom I had seen this time, had sheathed his sharp blade within a scabbard, the Rion Lord revealed his sharpness unguarded, displaying it toward the world.

The origins of these two transcendents were alike, but what they had achieved at their culmination differed.

“How was your journey?”
“It was filled with exceptional swordsmanship and talented individuals throughout.”

Lectar nodded calmly.

“That’s fortunate. It would be quite disappointing if you went all that way only to find it tedious.”

The Rion Lord stroked his smooth chin and offered a faint smile.

“What of Mustan’s growth?”
“His progress has been steady. However, the spiritual growth from his experiences stands out more prominently.”
“Excellent news. He’s always been talented but impulsive. However….”

He twirled his finger in a circle as his gaze fixed on Lectar’s eyes.

“The one who fostered Mustan’s growth—could it be Raon Zigheart?”
“Yes.”

Lectar suppressed his racing heart and nodded, a chilling sensation continuing to crawl down his spine.

“After his one-on-one duel with Raon, Mustan abandoned his complacency. He no longer rests on his talents and trains diligently each day. To gain enlightenment without serious injury—it was nothing short of fortune.”
“So that’s why he followed the boy all the way to Zigheart.”

The Rion Lord’s eyes narrowed like a crescent moon hidden behind clouds.

“To lead the Sword Master into the Six Emperors—that boy intrigues me more and more.”

As expected, the Rion Lord seemed to know everything that had transpired.

“It wasn’t solely because of him. I wanted to show Mustan a broader world, and I also wished to see how much Zigheart had changed.”

I lowered my gaze as I offered the most plausible answer.

“So what was he like? This genius rewriting the history of the Continent?”

I attempted to redirect the conversation toward Zigheart, but the Rion Lord would not let it pass so easily.

“He possessed remarkable talent.”

Lectar slowly opened his mouth.

‘Lying will only breed suspicion.’

Raon had already made a name for himself across the entire Continent, and among young martial artists, he had earned the epithet of the mightiest dragon.
I had to speak the truth while concealing the crucial parts.

“Even if you searched the entire Continent, you would not find a child of his caliber. However, having accomplished so much at such a young age, he occasionally shows a tendency to look down on others—though only slightly.”
“I heard he was cold-blooded and composed.”

It was a question I had anticipated, so I recited my prepared answer.

“Yes, he is cold-blooded. But his immaturity shows through from time to time. There are many places where he can be exploited.”
“Hmm, with that level of power at that age, it’s understandable.”

Rion Lord nodded calmly.

“Then how do you think he would fare against Cloud?”

Cloud was Rion Lord’s disciple and a prodigy who had demonstrated unparalleled talent within Rion.
He was a monster who had reached the threshold of Grand Master, but the age difference between him and Raon made any comparison meaningless.

“Given the age difference between Cloud and him….”
“If we’re only considering talent?”
“I believe Raon would be slightly superior.”
“That’s about right—that’s why the Sword Master went all the way to Zigheart.”

Rion Lord wiped his forehead, saying he truly wanted to see Raon once.

“Have you seen the Northern Destruction King?”
“Yes. He appears to have grown stronger than before.”
“A tenacious old man, they say.”

Despite hearing that Glen had grown stronger, Rion Lord smiled as if delighted.

Rion Lord turned his back again and stood at the edge of the cliff.

“So only one remains now?”

Lectar nodded, for he understood what that one thing was.

“Indeed.”
“Then, as my final command….”

The Rion Lord’s gaze shifted. Within those golden eyes, an aura of chilling intensity surged forth.

“Can you kill Glen Zigheart?”

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