The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 470

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Chapter 470

Lectar’s shoulders trembled.

‘Can I kill Glen?’

Had the question been posed in a casual tone, I would have answered immediately. But the gaze emanating from the Rion Lord was suffused with an icy killing intent.
He wasn’t joking—he was genuinely asking if I could kill Glen Zigheart.

‘I cannot.’

I could not defeat Glen, nor could I defeat the Rion Lord standing before me now. Even if we were on the same level, those two were already walking far ahead.

Lectar steadied his turbulent heart.

“If you command it, I shall obey.”
“You’ve misunderstood my question.”

The Rion Lord shook his head, indicating that wasn’t the answer he expected.

“I asked whether you could kill Glen. Regardless of means or methods.”
“Hmm….”

Evasion wouldn’t work. His nature remained as resolute and direct as ever.

“With my current strength, the probability of killing Glen Zigheart is less than one in ten. A surprise attack is nearly impossible, so I cannot even lie and claim confidence.”
“As expected.”

The Rion Lord nodded calmly, as if he’d anticipated this answer.

“Then what of me?”
“Pardon?”
“Could you kill me?”
“I cannot be confident in that either.”

Lectar lowered his head. It was the truth. The Rion Lord, too, seemed beyond my reach no matter what methods I employed.
Neither Glen Zigheart nor the Rion Lord would fall unless they directly confronted each other.

“Hmm, the Sword Master still proves tedious. What about this instead?”

The Rion Lord’s mouth twisted upward like a blade’s edge.

“Raon Zigheart. I could have that boy’s head brought to me, couldn’t I?”

Lectar’s trembling hand, which he hadn’t even realized was gripping the ground, shook involuntarily.

‘What is he saying now….’

I had never imagined such words—a command to bring Raon’s head—would ever leave his lips, and my composure nearly crumbled.

Yet in that fleeting moment, the memory of Raon’s smiling face from before I departed rose unbidden, and the pillar of my resolve stood firm once more.

“My lord….”
“A child not yet twenty-one, already at the peak of Master rank. One capable of overwhelming and defeating Mustan, no less. There’s a genuine possibility he’ll reach Grand Master before thirty. And his allegiance lies with the Six Emperors, specifically Zigheart. I believe he possesses sufficient value to be eliminated preemptively, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lectar bit the inside of his cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as his gaze grew cold.

‘I must not waver.’

The grandson whose very existence I had been ignorant of mere moments ago had become more precious than anything in this world.
I longed to drive my blade through the Rion Lord’s throat this instant, yet for that boy’s sake, I had to endure.

“It is possible.”

Lectar spoke in a measured, emotionless tone, affirming that I could bring Raon’s head.

“You’ve followed him all the way to Zigheart, so you must have grown quite close? Are you truly certain?”
“Nothing is more important than Rion.”
“Admirable resolve. However….”

The Rion Lord let out a light laugh and waved his hand dismissively.

“I cannot waste my final command on something so trivial. Besides, I would prefer to see that boy grow a bit stronger first.”

He stroked the back of his neck and gazed upward at the sky.

“Don’t you wonder how much further this monster who reached Master’s pinnacle at just twenty-one will grow?”
“That is….”
“He’ll surely ascend into the realm of transcendence. Killing such a plaything prematurely would be a waste.”

Rion Lord lowered his chin. Reflected in his eyes, sharp as a drawn blade, burned an almost vicious hunger for battle. The desire to clash with the strong, to elevate the way of the sword, blazed and roared within him.

Simply strong, simply sharp. Literally a blade incarnate. Rion Lord was the being closest to a sword among all humans on the Continent.

“Enough games now.”

Rion Lord turned the gaze of the Divine Sword.

“I will issue my final command to the Master Swordsman.”
“I await your command.”

Lectar knelt once more, bowing his head.

“When the Holy Sword Association opens its doors again, lead the way at the vanguard.”
“…Do you speak in earnest?”

His lips trembled without his awareness.

“What of it?”
“The Master Swordsman has never once taken to war for Rion until now!”

Lectar raised his voice for the first time.

‘What could he possibly be thinking….’

Though many swordmasters existed within the Holy Sword Association, the Master Swordsman was exceptional among them.
Without revealing affiliation with Rion, he had to venture across the Continent, encounter countless sword techniques, record them, and advance Rion’s swordsmanship—making it the most vital position of all.

Over twenty Master Swordsmen had carried on this role throughout history, yet none had ever revealed their true identity and fought alongside Rion.

Now Rion Lord was attempting to break that very tradition.

“Of course I know. But that tradition was merely the consideration of my predecessors—a reward for the Master Swordsman who wandered a lifetime. There is no compulsory element to it.”

Rion Lord closed his eyes and traced the emblem of the Divine Sword carved into his long robe.

“It would be a waste to simply retire the strongest Sword Master in history, wouldn’t it?”
“Rion Lord….”
“Let us decide it here and now.”

He raised his hand. Divine blade energy coalesced along his extended fingers.

“Will you die? Or will you follow?”

Lectar did not answer immediately. It was not, of course, because he feared death.

‘This old life means nothing—I could perish this very moment without regret. And yet….’

Raon. And Sylvia.

The grandson and daughter-in-law I had barely managed to find. Since that cursed son of mine failed to fulfill his duty, I must ensure their happiness with my own hands.

‘Remaining here is the better choice.’

The Rion Lord was openly targeting Raon. To thwart his schemes, I needed to stay here and devise a plan to protect the boy.

‘And besides….’

There was my disciple who had regained his senses.

I had left much untaught to Mustan, who had gained enlightenment and begun following Raon.

Now I had to endure and persevere to find a way to save them all.

‘I have already prepared myself for hell.’

From the moment I returned to this place, I resolved to walk the path of asura. I steeled my resolve once more and lifted my head.

“I shall follow.”

Lectar’s eyes gleamed with the wind of a lofty sky.

“A wise choice.”

The Rion Lord lowered his hand and patted Lectar’s shoulder.

“From this moment forth, I appoint you as the Blood Sword Master.”
“….”
“May your blade never cease to drink blood.”

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After finishing the ice cream party, I made my way back to the dormitory of the 5th Training Ground.

-Yaaawn….

Wrath, sprawled across my head, let out a long yawn and waved his plump hand lazily.

-The True Demon King’s belly feels as though it might burst. Having been satisfied for the first time in ages, do not make a fuss and simply sleep.

He patted his swollen belly as he prattled on about returning home.
He seemed thoroughly delighted after tasting all thirty-three varieties of ice cream.

No matter how I thought about it, it was peculiar.

A spirit form capable of tasting flavors, and his belly protruding despite not consuming anything through his mouth—it was utterly absurd.

‘It won’t take long.’
-Hmph, today I shall forgive you with magnanimity.

Wrath shook his head in a tone far gentler than usual. It seemed to be the effect of the ice cream.

‘Magnanimity, my foot—it’s his expanding waistline.’

As I pushed the now-heavier Wrath aside and attempted to enter the dormitory, I heard a faint conversation from the right.
Recognizing the familiar voices, I quietly headed in that direction.

“Hm?”

In the Small Training Ground attached to the dormitory, I found Rimer, Burren, Martha, and Lunan together.

They had been training in elemental control—the scents of wind, earth, and frost hung thick in the air, and the ground was a complete mess.

-So the Ice Cream Girl is here too.
‘Is that why she left so quickly?’

I had found it strange when Lunan said she was leaving the Ice Cream Girl behind and heading home, but it seemed it was because of training.

“Phew….”

The three squad leaders exhaled roughly, exhausted, and wiped the sweat from their brows.

“That’s enough for today.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.

“Everyone, get going.”
“Just a bit more….”

Burren Zigheart gripped his knees and bit his lip.

“Please, just a little more!”
“I haven’t even started yet!”

Martha clenched her teeth, her gaze burning with intensity.

“Me too.”

Lunan nodded, his eyes transformed into something entirely different from what I had seen in the Annex Building.

“You lot.”

Rimer furrowed the bridge of his nose as he met their gazes.

“I told you already. You can’t rush these things.”
“But there’s still more….”
“Training a bit longer here won’t make the Sword Realm open any faster. If anything, injuries will only slow your growth.”

Blue wind condensed above his fingers, and as it gathered, it formed a shape like a net.

“Handling attributes is different from physical training. The faster you rush, the slower you must go. Only after achieving condensation, transformation, and reinforcement can you lay the foundation for forming a Sword Realm. Rushing ahead now won’t help. The Sword Realm isn’t merely a martial technique or a state of enlightenment—it’s the very life of a warrior.”

The wind that had enveloped the Training Courtyard gathered once more at the tips of Rimer’s fingers.

“The training you’re doing now doesn’t just affect the Sword Realm alone—it influences both your mental imagery and your martial foundation. Push too hard, and you’ll only deteriorate rapidly.”
“Ugh….”

Martha couldn’t respond and merely furrowed her brow.

“This was never a goal meant to be achieved within a year anyway. Take it easy. Your aspirations are already lofty.”

Rimer smiled faintly and brushed off his hands.

“You’re only saying that because you’re lazy, aren’t you?”
“W-what! Look into my eyes!”

His pupils trembled as visibly as a stream disturbed by a thrown stone.

“They’re shaking quite a lot, though?”
“Is something wrong?”
“A pendulum?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan narrowed their eyes suspiciously.

“Ahem!”

Rimer turned his head abruptly.

“I’m telling you it’s not! My mind is filled only with thoughts of our Gwangpung Corps!”

He waved his hands emphatically in denial.

“Anyway, that’s enough for today! You’ve all done individual training as well. Don’t overdo it!”
“I didn’t do any.”

Lunan raised his hand promptly.

“I ate ice cream today instead.”

She nodded with a faint glimmer in her eyes, indicating she wanted to add more.

“Ugh, I don’t care! I have a promise at the Gambling House! Get lost!”

Rimer covered his ears and began kicking the squad leaders out.

“No. I’m not going.”
“Do more for us, you lazy bum!”
“And you keep losing money at gambling every single day!”

After a prolonged quarrel, the three of them left the Dormitory with furrowed brows.

“Phew….”

Rimer placed a hand on his forehead and exhaled deeply.

“Every day exhausts me.”

Despite his words of fatigue, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

“Come out now.”

Rimer gestured toward the tree where I had concealed myself.

I walked toward Rimer. I already knew he was aware of my presence because of the wind I had summoned moments earlier.

“Why are you here again? Hiding like that doesn’t suit you.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your training.”

I shook my head while looking in the direction the three squad leaders had departed.

“It’s all finished anyway, so what’s the point.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders.

“Lately those guys come every night and it’s driving me mad. I have no time to enjoy myself. And no money either.”

He furrowed his brows, lamenting why he couldn’t find happiness.

What a pathetic ear.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he looked at Rimer.

Happiness is something you must find for yourself, but it won’t come if you just sit around waiting!

He raised his round hands, insisting that one must seize happiness with their own hands.

‘….’

He had complained that the world was forcing things on him, but it seemed a single ice cream had resolved everything. Truly, he was an absurdly easy Demon Lord to satisfy.

“So why did you come here? I’m busy enjoying my magnificent time right now, so make it quick.”

Rimer pointed upward and tapped his wrist repeatedly.

“I came because there’s something I wanted to ask you about.”
“Have you ever heard the saying that time is money?”

Rimer formed a circle with his thumb and index finger.

“If you want to buy my time, you need to pay the appropriate price.”
“A price?”
“You must have received compensation from the Head of House. Just give me a small portion of that….”

As he rubbed his fingers together, I pulled six metal containers from my spatial pouch and set them down.

“Gasp!”

Rimer’s eyes sparkled as he watched the metal containers shake the ground with a heavy thud.

“Y-you don’t need to give this much…huh?”

Rimer grinned as he opened the lid of one container, then his expression hardened.

“This is ice cream! This one too! Wait, are all of these ice cream?”

He opened five of the six containers and his jaw dropped.

—Damn it! That’s the True Demon King’s property, so why are you giving it to that fool?!

Wrath seized my hair and twisted it, his face contorting in displeasure.

“First, I’d like to ask about manifesting the Sword Realm. As you know, I can wield both fire and ice, and I’ve accumulated swordsmanship in my mental world. In this state….”

I posed my question as if demanding an answer now that I’d paid the price.

“Ah….”

Rimer stared at me with his mouth agape.

‘This guy’s gradually losing his mind?’

He’d felt it when I mocked Heekyuk Je, but my very mindset seemed to be transforming into that of a reckless madman.
Even he, who considered himself something of a reckless fool, found it difficult to keep up.

‘Though perhaps being a bit mad is better?’

The old me never opened my heart to anyone and tried to resolve everything alone. I rejected others as if I were about to leave.

But now I regarded the Gwangpung Corps as family and had gained considerable influence within the clan.

Seeing my timid disciple grow mentally, even if I’d become a reckless fool, it didn’t feel like a bad thing.

“I’m not sure what attribute I should use to create the Sword Realm.”

I voiced my concern while observing Rimer’s subtle smile.

“Hmm….”

Rimer sat on the last unopened ice cream container and smacked his lips thoughtfully.

“Truth is, I had no choice. Sword Realm Manifestation is a bloodline martial art. Creating a Sword Realm through swordsmanship alone was impossible, so I chose wind instead. But you—you’re overflowing with possibilities.”

He nodded with a subtle smile.

“You could embed absolute martial arts like the Head of House does, focus on attributes like I did, or—though it would take considerable time—achieve both simultaneously.”
“How would I accomplish both together?”

Since I came here to find out, I asked the question directly.

“What do you mean how? You have to train.”

Rimer chuckled softly.

“You probably heard what I told the kids earlier, but the Sword Realm is a swordsman’s life. No matter how much of a genius you are, you can’t create it easily. Reaching Grand Master might actually be faster.”
“Hmm….”

I hadn’t even reached the wall that stood between me and Grand Master, and hearing that breaking through it would be faster left me feeling slightly deflated.

“From now on, try infusing not just swordsmanship and the sword into your mental image, but also your attributes. The Sword Realm is ultimately created from your mental image, after all. I believe you’ll be able to achieve both.”

Rimer spoke with unwavering conviction, and hearing him say it made it feel truly possible.

“Understood.”
“And….”

As I was about to respond, Rimer raised his hand.

“Even if it’s not complete, you might be able to use an incomplete Sword Realm before then. Like I do.”
“Incomplete?”
“The Eye of the Storm I showed you at first. That was incomplete.”

Rimer shook his finger, explaining that the Eye of the Storm he’d first demonstrated was not a perfected martial art.

“Does that answer your question? And take these with you.”

He gestured toward the ice cream containers he’d been sitting on.

“Don’t you need them?”
“I can’t sell these anywhere. Even if I could, they wouldn’t fetch much.”
“Still, wouldn’t it be better to keep them?”
“I’m not poor enough to need to keep these.”

Rimer turned his head away as if urging me to take them quickly.

“Understood.”

I nodded and opened the lid of the final iron container that Rimer had been sitting on.
Unlike the other ice cream containers, golden light glimmered from within.

The last container held not ice cream, but gold coins and jewels.

“Huh…?”

Rimer’s jaw dropped as he beheld the brilliant golden gleam.

“What, what is this! Why are there gold coins and jewels here!”
“As you mentioned earlier, I received much from the Head of House, so I intended to give you some.”
“Huh? Then…?”
“However, since you said you’re not a beggar but don’t need it, I suppose I should take it back.”

Without hesitation, I placed the ice cream containers into my spatial pouch.

“Wait! Hold on! Raon! Commander! I am a beggar! Please show mercy to this beggar!”
-Don’t give the True Demon King’s ice cream to anyone else!

I closed my eyes, ignoring Rimer and Wrath clinging to me desperately.

‘This will take longer than I expected. However…’

The incomplete Sword Realm might be achieved before crossing the Wall.

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