The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 493

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Chapter 493

Whoooosh.

Droplets of blood drifting freely across the white page formed a grotesque shape.

Human-like, yet not human. Its face was stained black, its eyes gleamed a sickly blue, and elongated spiral horns sprouted from its head like a conch shell.

The blood traced the Strange Being’s mouth before abruptly halting. Trembling violently like a terrified beast, it thrashed desperately to escape the page.

Screeeech!

The vibrations of the blood droplets concentrated at the page’s edge intensified, and the paper finally tore, allowing the blood to spill beyond the book.

Blood seeped through the split pages—as if a blood-soaked palm had struck a transparent glass pane.

“Ah….”

Ariel swallowed hard, staring at the eerie pattern etched into the book.
An icy chill ran down her spine, and her hands trembled involuntarily.

‘…This makes no sense.’

This tome was called the Sun-Moon Scripture.

An ancient artifact that peered into the celestial patterns by threading humanity between the flows of sun and moon—if operated correctly, Raon’s future should have been inscribed as the prophecy’s verse.

Blood drawing images, moving of its own accord, tearing through the page—none of this had ever happened before.

‘It was clearly afraid….’

Rather than inscribe the prophecy’s verse, the blood had trembled in fear of Raon’s very existence, thrashing wildly to escape the paper.

Even the book’s original master had never witnessed such an anomaly, and my hair stood on end.

Ariel lifted her blood-stained hand and turned the Sun-Moon Scripture’s page forward.

‘Glen Zigheart could be read, so how is it possible that Raon Zigheart cannot be?’

Before heading to Zigheart, I had used the Sunmoon Scripture to predict what would unfold there and acted accordingly.

The verses describing how Glen would react were etched into my memory, yet the inability to see Raon’s future was something I could not accept.

‘Moreover, I focused only on Raon Zigheart.’

I had not sought to know the future of the entire Continent, nor had I investigated the Heavenly Demon.
I merely wished to glimpse the future of a fledgling still lingering at the Master realm, yet faced with this turn of events, my vision blurred with bewilderment.

“Sigh…”

Ariel exhaled the turbid breath that had accumulated in her lungs and examined the verses that had been inscribed when she departed for Zigheart.

‘According to this prophecy, I should have emerged from that place bearing the name of Zigheart on my back.’

Raon Zigheart. Was he the root cause of all these problems?

Since the Sunmoon Scripture’s prophecies had never deviated until now, I initially believed it was due to Glen Zigheart’s transcendent caliber.

‘But that was not the case.’

When Raon arrived and disrupted the conference where I should have absorbed the Neutral Factions, and at the duel tournament where I was meant to build my reputation, his name alone soared to the heavens.

The flaw in the Sunmoon Scripture’s prophecy stemmed from Raon Zigheart, whose depths I could not fathom.

Grit.

Ariel ground her teeth audibly.

‘With someone whose heavenly secrets cannot be perceived, the future is bound to distort.’

The Sunmoon Scripture was meant to predict the overall situation and prepare for that future, yet because I could not read the existence called Raon, all circumstances crumbled inevitably.

‘But why cannot I see his future?’

The Sunmoon Scripture, which could predict even the movements of Glen Zigheart, hailed as the greatest on the Continent, could not read a speck like Raon—this remained incomprehensible to me.

‘What was that demonic form that appeared at first, and why did it fear even its own blood?’

Nothing was becoming clear, and frustration gnawed at me.

“Could it be that he….”

Ariel bit her lip and pressed down firmly on the table.

‘This incident won’t affect things, will it?’

Building her reputation by leveraging the name of the Six Emperors, accepting the Neutral Factions, and utilizing the duel tournament was important, but the greatest event had yet to unfold.

Only after that event erupted would the New Rising Powers truly establish themselves, so she absolutely could not afford complications there.

Ariel crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes to slits.

‘Should I kill him now?’

It seemed better to eliminate the problem before it arose, but the burden was too great. If Glen moved, all would be lost.

‘No. There’s no need to overreach.’

Unlike the matters so far, the most crucial element in the event about to unfold was raw power.
The probability of Raon, who had yet to reach Grand Master, disrupting things approached zero.

‘Still, one can never be too careful….’

Ariel pressed her forehead and exhaled a long breath.

“Sigh….”

She chewed her lip while massaging her throbbing temples.

“He’s truly an irritating one.”

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Zigheart Family Estate, Patriarch’s Reception Hall.

“This damnable fool again!”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he examined the report, his hands trembling with barely contained fury as he gripped the papers.

“Hmm….”

Chad, who had brought the report, swallowed hard as he watched Glen’s face flush crimson.

“It appears the Gwangpung Corps Commander has been playing pranks again.”

Roen offered a gentle smile, as if he understood the situation perfectly.

“What does this one say?”
“Just a single line. ‘Raon’s rampage—resounding success! Heekyuk Je—utterly disappointed! Wow!'”

Glen squeezed his eyes shut and incinerated the report in his hand until not a single ash remained.

“Those exclamation marks especially infuriate me.”
“Hehehehe!”

Even Roen let out a hollow laugh, having underestimated just how far this had gone.

“I’m genuinely curious how one would need to kill this fool for it to be considered a proper death.”

Glen sighed and tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne rhythmically.

“Still, it’s better than when he used to remain a corpse like before.”
“True enough, but this is rather excessive. He’s truly an extreme one.”

He exhaled deeply and unfolded the second report that lay to his right—the genuine report sent by Sheryl.

“Indeed, quite different.”

Glen nodded with satisfaction as he reviewed the report spanning over four pages.
However, the moment he opened the third page, his eyes began to flutter like the wings of a bee.
It was a far more violent tremor than when he had read Rimer’s report.

“Damn it….”

Deep wrinkles furrowed Glen’s brow.

“Head of House?”

Roen’s eyes widened. It had been a long time since he’d seen Glen angry to this degree.
He found himself curious about what could possibly be written in that report to provoke such a reaction.

“What… what on earth….”

Chad too seemed startled, his mouth falling open as he stared at Glen.

“Raon defeated three Master-rank peak experts in the duel tournament. Apparently, he used the second technique of the Spear-Heaven Sword….”

Glen continued speaking with a harsh, bone-grinding breath.

“And there, he declared to the disciples of the New Rising Powers: ‘You cannot reach my sky.'”

He said he should have gone in person, then struck the Jade Throne. The armrest, which had been repaired over ten times, crumbled to dust.

“To miss such a spectacle!”

Genuinely furious, crimson lightning danced across Glen’s hand.

“Uh… uh….”

Chad’s mouth fell open so wide it seemed like it could never close again.

“Heh heh heh.”

Roen, on the other hand, let out a faint laugh.

That’s definitely a shame.

Like Glen, he clicked his tongue in disappointment at having missed witnessing Raon’s exploits.

“Damn those Oma bastards….”

As Glen gnashed his teeth, a small piece of paper slipped from the envelope containing the report.

“Hmm?”

Roen bent to pick up the paper but froze, his eyes widening.

“H-Head of House! You must see this!”

He bounded up onto the platform and thrust the paper toward Glen.

“R-Raon?”

Glen’s jaw dropped as he gazed at the paper. Within it lay a vivid portrait of Raon, rendered with such lifelike precision that it seemed less like a drawing and more like reality itself captured and preserved.
No—it was as though the Raon of the present moment had been etched directly onto the page.

“What is this?”
“It says ‘photograph’ on the back. Apparently it’s an artifact created by the youngest of the Yonan Family.”

Roen read aloud the explanation inscribed on the photograph.

“Hah!”

Glen stared at the photograph in a daze for a long moment before suddenly rising from the Jade Throne.

“Head of House?”
“This is no time for idleness.”
“Where are you going…?”
“I must ask Balkan to craft a frame—one that will never shatter.”

He descended from the platform, clutching the photograph tightly to his chest.

“Ah….”

Chad’s lips trembled slightly.

‘A picture frame for Balkan?’

Balkan was a master craftsman second to none on the Continent—the very artisan who had forged Glen’s True Heavenly Sword and my Heavenly Sword.

It seemed Glen was about to make an absurd request of this Continental Master Craftsman: to craft a picture frame.

“Head of House!”

Roen exhaled sharply, his gaze fixed on Glen.

‘Yes, please stop him!’

Chad nodded toward Roen, signaling a desperate plea to intervene—yet what spilled from his lips exceeded all expectations.

“What if we used Orkon for the materials? It will never shatter.”

Roen, whom I’d expected to dissuade Glen, was instead raising the stakes by proposing to craft the frame from a metal nearly as unyielding as anything on the Continent.

“An excellent notion.”

Glen nodded and bolted from the Audience Chamber.

“As expected.”

Chad watched Glen and Roen’s departing figures and let out a hollow sigh.

‘The true power of this family lies with Raon Zigheart….’

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I arrived at the Training Ground before the sun could stretch its rays across the sky.
The entire mansion lay silent, as everyone slept—yesterday’s training had exhausted them all.

—A long, drawn-out yawn echoed through the air….

Wrath yawned like a crocodile and lifted his head.

-Do you not sleep at all?

He cast a sharp glance at me.

-Just sleeping would dispel fatigue and make you stronger, so why do you deliberately torment yourself!
‘This much sleep is sufficient.’

Since Sloth’s power had been strengthened, I didn’t need to sleep as much to gain superior stat increases compared to before.
Fatigue dissipated quickly, so there was no reason to sleep longer.

-Grrrgh….

Wrath shook his clenched fist at the empty air.

-That damned fool! When I catch him, I’ll make sure he can never sleep again for the rest of his life.

He called Sloth the fool Demon Lord and furrowed his brow.

‘Hmm….’

I smacked my lips while looking at Wrath. I wanted to tell him that the real fool Demon Lord was him, but I held back since I didn’t want to fight this early in the morning.

‘Still, it’s not all good. There are drawbacks too.’
-Drawbacks?
‘Yeah. It’s hard to get out of bed.’

Whether due to Sloth’s effects or not, my body kept becoming sluggish and lethargic.
In the past, I would have gotten up immediately from bed, but since Sloth awakened, I now take five seconds before opening my eyes.

-Five seconds? Fiiiiive seconds?

Wrath thrust his face forward and twisted his jaw.

-What does that even mean! Normally, if a human received that level of sloth, they’d become one with their bed! How do you endure my rage and possess such mental fortitude!

He shrieked about how I could overcome a Demon Lord’s emotions.

‘I’m not entirely sure.’

It was undoubtedly due to the Ring of Fire and the spiritual essence I had cultivated since my past life, but I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.

Just as I was about to draw my sword for sword training, a faint sound of footsteps approached the Dormitory’s main gate. From the rhythm of the steps, I recognized them as Deningrose’s.

‘What could she want at this hour?’

I walked over and opened the door as she knocked.

“Oh, you’re already awake.”

Deningrose bowed her head apologetically for coming at such an early hour.

“It’s fine. I was about to train anyway.”
“After drilling those swordsmen so hard yesterday. Or rather, training them, and you’re already at it again?”
“Of course. It’s something that must be done.”
“Ah….”

She widened her eyes in surprise at the notion that training was something that simply had to be done.

“But what brings you here at this hour?”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Deningrose grasped my sleeve and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“The movements of Oma have been unusual lately.”
“Oma?”
“Yes. The White Blood Cult and the Black Tower have been probing around everywhere, moving erratically, making their intentions difficult to discern. And the Nambuk Alliance has apparently opened new trade routes as well.”

An intellectual light gleamed in her eyes.

“It seems this festival of the New Rising Powers has caught their attention. It would be wise for you to depart immediately once the festival concludes. There are many from Oma who have their sights set on you.”
“Well, I do have issues with four factions aside from the Holy Sword Association.”

The White Blood Cult has marked me through their Cult Leader, and the Black Tower through its Vice Master.
With the Nambuk Alliance and its Elder Council, I’ve essentially made enemies of all factions except the Holy Sword Association.

“The Holy Sword Association hasn’t appeared yet, but if they do, they’ll be the greatest threat. Those Sword Ghosts pursue exceptional swordsmen without hesitation.”

Deningrose fidgeted with her fingers, saying that the Holy Sword Association was actually the most dangerous.

“Hmm….”

I nodded while watching Deningrose’s restless hands.

‘She has a point.’

The Holy Sword Association consisted of swordsmen consumed by their hunger for the blade. It was only natural that they would track me down, given that I wielded the Spear-Bow Sword and swordsmanship of my own creation.

“Is that why you came to warn me?”
“Yes. It seemed urgent enough to tell you right away.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave immediately after the festival ends, just as you’ve advised.”
“Thank you for understanding.”

Deningrose smiled, saying it was merely something I needed to do as part of my training.

“I’ll come back when dawn breaks.”

She bowed once more and left the Dormitory.

After seeing Deningrose off, I gazed toward the Stone Wall on my left.
I sensed a presence right beside me—one I knew even better than Deningrose.

‘There’s no one else nearby, right?’
-Who else would be awake at this hour? You’re all mad.

Wrath shook his head, dismissing the notion.

Thud!

I leaped lightly over the Stone Wall and slipped into the Alley.
A small-framed woman who hadn’t managed to hide completely in the shadows blinked in surprise.

“Huh?”

It was Sheryl who had been clinging to the Stone Wall since dawn. She wore light travel clothes instead of her usual night garb, which would have been too conspicuous, and her hair was dyed black.

“Why are you…?”
“I sensed someone moving about, so I came out to check. Are you already awake?”

Raon unfolded his basic aura and approached Sheryl.

“You’re the one who woke up. Aren’t you tired after training the disciples until dawn yesterday?”

Sheryl shook her head as she asked if he wasn’t exhausted.

“It’s my duty.”

I repeated the same words I had spoken to Deningrose.

“I see.”

Unlike Deningrose, Sheryl showed no surprise. A faint smile crossed her face as if she approved of the answer.

“I watched yesterday’s duel. Seeing you beat down those arrogant fools, it really cleared my chest right up.”

Sheryl said it had been a long time since she’d enjoyed such satisfying entertainment, her smile radiant.

“If I came representing Zigheart, that much is the least I should do.”
“Hah, that’s the spirit!”

Her smile deepened.

“The Head of House would have been proud if he’d seen that.”
“Do you think so?”

Raon smacked his lips. Glen didn’t seem like the type to make a big show of pride over something like that.

“Absolutely.”

Sheryl patted my shoulder, certain of her words.

“Well, I…”

Just as I was about to say that I couldn’t quite picture Glen looking proud, Sheryl made a gesture telling me to be quiet.

Her expression darkened, and soon the sound of knocking echoed through the door.

“I’m here!”

It was Rimer. Reeking of alcohol from who knew where, he kicked open the Main Gate and stumbled in.

“That damned bastard….”

Sheryl’s fists trembled as if they might shatter from the tension.

I alternated my gaze between the idle, carefree Rimer and Sheryl, who couldn’t sleep while protecting the Gwangpung Corps, and let out a hollow laugh.

‘They’re so different.’

The Heavenly Sword Master was Glen’s most trusted confidant, and her power had reached the Grand Master realm.
Within the Zigheart Family, she was the highest-ranking person, yet she sacrificed her sleep to protect those far beneath her station. I felt both gratitude and admiration for her.

Especially since she maintained a friendship with Rimer while displaying such contrasting conduct, she appeared all the more noble.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head to Sheryl with sincere gratitude.

“Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

Sheryl blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend the meaning of my gesture.

“Actually….”

As I lifted my head to explain to her, a large message materialized before my eyes.

[The ability of the trait 【Jealousy】 has been unlocked.]
-Ah, no! Not again! Another damned fool!

Wrath, whose eyes had been drooping with drowsiness, shrieked in protest.

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