The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 472

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Chapter 472

‘…Cause a commotion?’

I blinked slowly at Glen’s words.

‘Did he really just say that?’

A word I never thought would escape Glen’s lips had suddenly tumbled out, leaving me momentarily stunned.

I cleared my throat and looked up at Glen.

“Did you just ask if I could cause a commotion?”
“I did.”

Glen shook the envelope in his hand with the same dry gaze as always.

“Do you remember what Heekyuk Je said last year about the Divine Continent Five Regions holding a festival?”
“Yes.”

Before leaving Zigheart, Heekyuk Je had mentioned that a festival commemorating the establishment of the Divine Continent Five Regions would be held and had offered to send me an invitation.

“An official invitation has just arrived from the White Whale.”
“Ah….”

The letter bearing the white whale emblem that Glen held appeared to be that invitation.

“Some high-ranking official from Zigheart came and spouted nonsense about wanting us to congratulate the establishment of the Divine Continent Five Regions.”

His fingers tensed as if he were contemplating burning the invitation.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes, studying the White Whale emblem engraved at the center of the letter.

‘Heekyuk Je. Another scheme beginning.’

The shameful act of borrowing another’s reputation remains unchanged.

Heekyuk Je’s reason for sending that invitation was simple.

If Zigheart attended, she would use their prestige to declare that the Six Emperors had acknowledged her; if they didn’t, she would secretly spread rumors that the Six Emperors were afraid.

Whether Zigheart went or didn’t go, it would only benefit White Whale and the New Rising Powers.

The direction differed, but her scheme to gain easy profit through simple and straightforward methods remained unchanged.

‘Now I can roughly predict Heekyuk Je’s nature.’
-The True Demon King seems to understand as well.

Wrath approached from the side, his expression darkening.

-Literally a rat, that one. She has no intention of hunting with her own strength, only picking up scraps others have discarded!

He too seemed displeased with Heekyuk Je, his brow furrowing.

‘That’s right. Just a rat with a somewhat larger vessel.’

Despite suffering humiliation at Zigheart, Heekyuk Je had personally intervened to prevent negative rumors about White Whale from spreading.

I had felt it then, but her mental fortitude was truly remarkable. She was not an opponent to dismiss after breaking her once.

As I recalled Heekyuk Je and furrowed my brow, Glen Zigheart lightly tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“I was going to burn this invitation and ignore it, but your actions came to mind.”
“My actions, sir…?”
“Didn’t you trample Heekyuk Je with nothing but your words in this very place?”

Glen Zigheart removed his hand from his chin and curled his lips upward—a smile I had never seen before. He seemed to have enjoyed that chaos back then.

“Could you cause the same kind of disruption at the New Rising Powers’ festival?”
“Hmm…”

I didn’t answer immediately, lowering my gaze.

‘The circumstances are different from back then.’

I could mock Heegyukje so freely because she had come to Zigheart.

Just as the saying goes that even a stray dog eats half its meal at home, this was Zigheart and in front of Glen, so I could crush Heegyukje as I pleased.

But once I left Zigheart and entered the White Whale’s sphere of influence, it would be difficult to act so freely like before.

‘This doesn’t seem like it will work.’

Just as I was about to open my mouth to refuse, Heegyukje’s confident face flashed through my mind.

‘Come to think of it….’

What Heegyukje wanted was no different from before.

She was seeking Zigheart’s prestige again. In other words, if I dangled the bait and shook it well, I could turn her plan to my advantage.

‘Not much will really change.’

My age relative to my power and status remained young regardless.

‘A second round of causing chaos….’

I made my decision and lifted my gaze.

“It’s possible, but there’s one thing I need.”
“What’s that?”

Glen’s voice sounded softer than usual.

“We need the authority to represent Zigheart.”
“So you’re saying you won’t go as a simple guest, but as an executive with authority to participate in the founding ceremony?”
“That’s correct.”
“I see what you’re thinking.”

He stroked his chin and nodded.

“Can you cause proper chaos?”
“Since I’m in the tail end of adolescence, I’m confident I can burn my final flame.”
“Your final flame, hm? That’s promising.”

Glen flicked his finger, and the space before me split open as a sword emblem wreathed in golden flames burst forth.

“This is the mark signifying that your will becomes my will. Will this suffice?”
“I….”

My hands trembled as I received the sword emblem. I had thought he might simply write out a document, but I never expected him to grant me a seal representing the Head of House’s authority.

“This is far too precious….”
“It’s fine. Go forth and raise a proper storm during your adolescence before you return.”

Glen waved his hand with a faint smile.

“I will not disappoint you.”

I smiled with the same expression as Glen and nodded.

“Once I return, I’ll hand this emblem over to the commander of the Gwangpung Corps….”
“What are you saying.”

Glen’s voice wavered for the first time.

“You’re really going to give it to that bastard?”

I could envision what Rimer, who possessed this emblem, would do.

[How much would this sell for? Is it pure gold?]
[I received full authority from Zigheart! A deal? Sure, I’ll do it! So how much falls to me?]
[Can I pay off my gambling debts with this? What do you mean? The full authority of Zigheart….]

In less than a second, as if reading fate itself, I could see exactly what Rimer would do with this emblem.

-Even the True Demon King can picture it, I tell you.

Wrath’s brow furrowed deeply.

-That fool could buy an entire Ice Cream Shop and still have money left over….
‘That’s just you.’

I exhaled and shook my head. No matter what, this was something that absolutely could not fall into Rimer’s hands.

“I’ll take care of it.”
“A wise decision.”

I bowed to Glen and tucked the emblem into my chest.

“And….”

At his gesture, Sheryl, who had been standing behind the Jade Throne, stepped forward.

“The Heavenly Sword Squad will escort the Gwangpung Corps from the shadows.”
“I’m counting on you.”

Sheryl brushed her hands off lightly.

“An escort….”

My mouth fell open.

‘Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?’

No matter how constrained her position was, sending her as an escort felt like a waste.

“The area around Camelrun is currently no different from a magic circle on the verge of detonation.”

Glen’s eyes dimmed as if he’d read my thoughts.

“I acknowledge your strength, but that’s only relative to your age. There are still many on this Continent stronger than you. Moving without a plan is not a wise course of action.”
“That’s true. I’d like to go alone, but I’ve already passed the age where I can act as freely as I wish.”

Sheryl rubbed the back of her neck and offered a serene smile.

I nodded, looking between Glen and Sheryl.

‘It’s true—I can’t be certain what might happen.’

Ever since the New Rising Powers had consumed the gaps in the Continent, conflicts large and small had erupted in succession across the land.

Given that this was the founding ceremony of the New Rising Powers themselves, it was only prudent to prepare for whatever might arise.

‘But it’s certainly a foolproof measure.’

Knowing that Sheryl, who was practically Glen’s bodyguard, would accompany me filled my heart with reassurance.

“Understood.”

I bowed my head to Glen and Sheryl.

“Since you’ve set the stage, I’ll make sure to cause proper havoc on this business trip.”

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Glen closed his eyes and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen looked up at Glen with warm eyes.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“His words are amusing, aren’t they?”

Glen pointed his finger at the carpet where I had been standing.

“Causing havoc on a business trip—no one else would dare show such confidence.”

I declared my intention to cause proper havoc and left the Audience Chamber.
His back was so trustworthy that Glen wanted to pat it firmly in approval.

“Indeed. He always exceeds our expectations.”

Roen nodded in agreement with Glen’s words.

“Setting aside the havoc, it’s a good opportunity regardless. He’ll gain much experience meeting the leaders and successors of the Divine Continent Five Regions.”

A faint blush rose to Sheryl’s cheeks. Her expression showed anticipation for what I might do there.

“That’s true.”

Glen nodded.

“In fact, that’s the most important thing.”

Heekyuk Je’s disapproval was understandable, but it could be ignored. Sending Raon to the establishment ceremony was about wanting him to carry the Zigheart name and gain experience.
Sending Raon to the founding ceremony was because they hoped he would carry the name of Zigheart and gain experience.

“Then that guy will probably become a bit more interested in being a successor too.”

Through this opportunity, Glen hoped he would understand the responsibility and importance of bearing the Zigheart name.
I hope this opportunity will make them understand the weight and importance of Zigheart’s name.

Glen Zigheart leaned back deeply into the Jade Throne and closed his eyes.

“I’m curious to see how you’ll come back changed.”

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After leaving the Patriarch’s Hall, Raon returned to the 5th Training Ground. He stopped the training and called everyone to the front of the Platform.

What’s the matter?

Dorian seemed to already feel uneasy as he rubbed the ship’s pocket briskly.

“It was the perfect moment!”
“What a shame.”
“I wish it had gone better.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan frowned, saying they were just about to defeat Mark Goeten.

I also had something I was hiding.

Mark Goeten shook his head, saying that would be difficult.

“Attention.”

I raised my hand, and the Gwangpung Corps members who had been chattering fell silent, lined up, and assumed their formal stance.

“A new mission has come in.”
“A mission?”
“About time, too.”
“We’ve only been training since the end of last year.”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen welcomed the mission with eager smiles.

“What kind of mission is it?”

Crain was the first to raise his hand. He was always the quickest to ask questions.

“The Divine Continent Five Regions is holding a festival to celebrate the establishment of five organizations, and Heekyuk Je of the White Whale has invited our family.”

I continued, narrowing my eyes.

“That’s what’s on the surface, but in reality, they want to exploit the Zigheart name one more time.”

A cold light flickered in the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps members.

“Again? This nonsense?”

Burren Zigheart frowned and tapped his sword hilt.

“Those bastards have no arms or legs. Why do they keep trying to sell our name!”

Martha gnashed her teeth as if ready to charge forward immediately.

“Parasites.”

Lunan Slion shook his head in disdain.

“They’re truly pathetic.”
“Their reputation is so low they’re shameless.”
“Filthy bastards.”

The other swordsmen also frowned, clearly displeased with the Divine Continent Five Regions’ event.

“So the mission is….”
“Right. The Gwangpung Corps will be participating in that festival as Zigheart’s representative.”
“Representative?”
“Yes.”

At the word “representative,” the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps members shifted with renewed intensity.

Some carried pride, others bore the weight of responsibility, yet not a single swordsman’s gaze wavered.

“Each of your actions will represent Zigheart, so think carefully about what you must do and what you must avoid. We depart in two days. Dismissed.”
“Yes, sir!”

At my command, the Gwangpung Corps bowed their heads and departed from the Training Ground.
Watching their backs, where a frost-like aura flowed, there seemed to be no need for concern.

“A mission. How bothersome.”

At the thin voice from behind, I turned my head. Rimer, who had returned at some point, was crawling out of his sleeping bag.

“Bothersome or not, you’ll have to go.”

I shook my head calmly, having sensed Rimer’s arrival.

“It would be easier if it were just fighting, but it’s not.”
“That’s true.”
“But….”

Rimer narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Did the Head of House give you something?”

For someone who ordinarily lacked any sense of perception, his instincts were surprisingly sharp in this particular area.

“What do you mean?”

I let my voice flow calmly to dispel Rimer’s suspicions.

“If that man’s personality is anything to go by, sending him as a representative would’ve guaranteed at least one favor, wouldn’t it?”
“There’s nothing like that.”

I shook my head without avoiding Rimer’s gaze.

“Still, as a representative, he’s the kind of person who would give at least one guarantee.”

He rubbed his fingers together meaningfully.

“There isn’t one.”
“No, surely….”
“There isn’t.”

When I furrowed my brow, Rimer quietly stepped back.

“Fine, fine. Why are you getting angry?”

He turned away, muttering that I was becoming a real ruffian.

I shook my head, feeling the warmth of the mark I’d tucked into my pocket.

‘That uncanny human.’

No, elf.

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The Head of House’s office, erected at the heart of Robert Family Headquarters.

Derus Robert finished signing the documents he’d been reviewing and set down his pen. His hand, which had been tapping the desk, picked up a letter placed to his left.

The letter bore the same mark of Baek Gyeong that Glen had been carrying.

“Baek Gyeong, then.”

Derus caressed the white whale drawn on the envelope, a faint smile gracing his lips.

“Siris.”

At his call, a man clad in black armor burst forth from the shadows behind the bookshelf.

“You called for me?”

Siris, a youth with delicate features, bowed his head respectfully.

“What is the status of the White Whale?”
“Neither good nor bad. The renown that Heegyukje originally sought has scattered like mist, but we’ve barely managed to salvage his crumbling reputation. Still, with his name value and recognition diminished, it’s fair to call it a loss.”

He muttered under his breath about the foolish Heegyukje and clicked his tongue.

“Foolish, you say….”

Derus smacked his lips and set down the White Whale’s invitation.

“That won’t be the case.”
“Pardon?”
“Heegyukje’s scheme was quite brilliant. It’s easy to notice, but difficult to stop. However….”

He caressed his gloved hand.

“There was an unforeseen variable. Raon Zigheart. For someone I should have merely exchanged pleasantries with and moved on, the fact that he maintained his sanity deserves praise.”
“I find that hard to believe from the start. Not only Glen, but the Zigheart executives were all present—what could a mere unit commander possibly have accomplished?”

Siris shook his head, unable to comprehend.

“I’ll grant that Raon Zigheart is a genius with the sword, but in matters of intellect, he seems rather lacking. Aren’t you overestimating him?”
“Overestimating? If anything, I’m underestimating him—that’s precisely why he’s still alive.”

Derus shook his head with conviction.

“Raon Zigheart cannot be judged by knowledge or intellect alone. What matters is his insight to pierce through chaotic situations and the decisiveness to execute solutions the moment he discovers them. He possesses that rare talent.”

The Raon Zigheart I met directly possessed remarkable insight and decisiveness. He was more than capable of acting as the rumors suggested.

“Without knowledge or intelligence, he is a monster by instinct alone.”
“Hmm….”

Siris swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“If Zigheart sends someone to this foundation celebration, there’s a high chance Raon will attend.”
“If he does, then yes. Since he made a good impression, he’ll likely want to demonstrate Zigheart’s presence there. However, I don’t think there’s any reason for him to go.”
“That’s true.”

Derus Robert nodded.

“Hmm….”

He seemed troubled as he gazed at the letter, his lips moving slightly.

“Surely you’re not thinking of going yourself?”
“That one should be eliminated as quickly as possible.”
“But killing him is simple enough.”

Siris shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m deliberating on the method. As I mentioned before, this is the optimal condition for poison countering poison.”
“Then why….”
“If one more poison gets mixed in, the situation falls apart.”

Derus Robert’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the gloves on his hands.

“Or perhaps two more poisons could slip in. It’s unpredictable.”

He frowned, uncertain which of the Six Emperors Five Demons would appear at the Divine Continent Five Regions.

“Then send me, sir.”

Siris lowered his head respectfully.

“You?”
“Yes. If poison countering poison doesn’t work, ultimately it comes down to the blade. Since those children are complete, it would be an excellent opportunity to test them.”
“Hmm….”

Derus Robert snapped his fingers, and a blue dimensional rift opened in the air, revealing a box the size of a human face tumbling out.
As he tapped the box, something hard inside clattered against the walls.

“What should I do.”

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