The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 536

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Chapter 536

After spending a night at the lodging Denzel had prepared, Raon headed toward the stone tower in front of Haro Mountain.

‘My mother and father wouldn’t be buried in this place.’

This stone tower was erected to console the victims of the landslide, but in my previous life, my mother and father were killed by Derus Robert’s subordinates while fleeing with me. Since they were buried under the landslide, the traces would be different, so they likely wouldn’t be beneath this monument.
The traces would be different from being buried in a landslide, so he’s probably not underneath here.

But since we couldn’t find the two of you anywhere else, we’ve come back to the Facility.

“Phew…”

Raon let out a sigh to ease his frustration, then fell to his knees.

“They say our enemy has grown stronger. In reputation, power, money, and people—there’s not a single thing I can still overcome.”

Recalling his parents, who couldn’t even close their eyes due to worry about their young son, he conveyed the words in his heart to them.

But I have no intention of giving up.

Raon clenched the fist resting on his knee tightly.

“Whether it takes 10 years, 20 years, or even a lifetime, I will expose Derus Robert’s evil deeds.”

This wasn’t simply a greeting to pass on to my parents. It was a vow to myself. A pledge that no matter what hardships I faced, I would never give up.

“Don’t leave, please wait just a little longer. I’ll bring that damn ghost’s head to this place.”

Raon brought his hands together. After offering comfort to all those buried in The Facility—not only his parents, but everyone whose true deaths couldn’t be revealed because of Derus Robert—he stood up.

-….

Raon turned his gaze to the right. Wrath had his eyes closed with his mouth shut for some reason.

-Can’t you see? I’m consoling the dead.
Don’t you see? Aren’t you comforting the lions?

Wrath furrowed his brow as if asking why I would pose such an obvious question.

-Few ever obtain the death they desire, but these ones… their suffering runs far deeper. It’s as though they were struck by lightning from a clear sky.

He gazed down at the stone tower with eyes tinged by bitterness.

-Since they are already dead, the distinction of their kind holds no meaning. I, the True Demon King, have offered them a small consolation.

I smiled faintly as I watched Wrath fall silent.

‘A Demon Lord offering prayers…’

He called it a consolation, but from where I stood, it looked like he was offering them a prayer. He was like an onion—the more layers you peeled away, the more unexpected depths revealed themselves.

-Why are you grinning like that? It’s irritating!

Wrath brushed his hand dismissively, clearly displeased with my smile.

‘Is there anything you’d like to eat?’
-Of course there is! Grilled salmon, grilled scallop, roasted whole pig, grilled dragon!
‘Everything’s grilled…’
-I’ve been eating nothing but jerky and hard bread every day. I want to sink my teeth into something proper!

He smacked his lips, clearly craving meat dripping with succulent juices.

-But why are you even asking when you won’t prepare it anyway! Are you trying to mock me….
‘I will prepare it.’
-Really? Then right now….
‘Once we return home.’

I waved my hand with a smile. We had no time for leisure if we were to synchronize our return with the Gwangpung Corps.

-You infuriating bastard!
‘You should have let me finish speaking.’

As I bickered with the exasperated Wrath and made our way back to the village, Denzel was waiting for us.

“You’re leaving now.”
“Everything’s finished, so we should head back.”
“You’ve worked hard all this time.”

Denzel placed his right hand over his chest and bowed carefully.

“This was one of the most rewarding missions I’ve ever undertaken. It was an honor to work with you, White Sword Dragon.”

His eyes remained perfectly steady, revealing the sincerity of his words.

“The feeling was mutual.”

I offered a faint smile and bowed in return.

“Now I can release information about you, Raon.”
“Information?”
“Dragon Slayer Raon Zigheart. That name, which has lingered only in Aikar, will soon spread across the entire Continent.”

Denzel’s face flushed slightly, as if he anticipated the epithet spreading throughout the Continent.

“Until next time then, Dragon Slayer.”

He had called me the White Sword Dragon at first, but as he departed, he addressed me as the Dragon Slayer before vanishing silently.
The Black Market agents nearby simultaneously bowed their heads and disappeared from sight.

-Dragon Slayer my foot! You didn’t even devour the lizards whole like the True Demon King does. What kind of Dragon Slayer are you! That name is far too grand for you!

Wrath interjected, as always oblivious to the atmosphere.

‘Perhaps he’s right.’

I chuckled softly as I prepared to leave Capoli Village, when the Village Chief approached from the opposite direction.

“Are you sightseeing in the village?”

The Village Chief didn’t recognize my new disguise and tilted his head in confusion. The wrinkles on his face had deepened, evidence of the mental strain he’d endured.

“Yes. I stopped by briefly while passing through.”

Raon nodded as he observed the weariness etched across the Village Chief’s face.

“This isn’t what our village truly looks like, you understand.”
“What happened?”
“Demonic creatures hid themselves in our village and conducted necromantic experiments. The heroes eliminated all those monsters, so we should return to normal soon.”

The Village Chief had initially called the Black Market operatives bandits and thieves, yet now he praised them as heroes.

“If you visit again next time, you’ll see our village as it truly is. Please, do come back!”
“Yes.”

Raon smiled as he observed the wrinkles creasing the corners of the Village Chief’s eyes.

“I will certainly return.”

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Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Tremors originating from Glen’s Jade Throne reverberated through the Audience Chamber and shook the entire Patriarch’s Hall.
Rather than dust falling from the ceiling now, fine cracks began spreading across the walls and floor.

“Head of House.”

Roen approached before Glen’s Jade Throne and bowed his head.

“It seems no small number of swordsmen have grown fearful due to the recent tremors. With cracks appearing in the Castle Wall and floor, perhaps you could exercise some restraint.”

He exhaled deeply as he observed Glen’s leg, which was affecting the entirety of Zigheart.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat and stopped his trembling left leg.

“I know. I’m aware….”

He brushed back his disheveled hair and bit his lip.

“There’s been no contact whatsoever! Nothing has arrived since we heard that Kaibar was captured!”

Glen twisted his mouth and began tapping his leg again.

“At this rate, it might be faster if I went out to find him myself….”
“He’s likely resting after capturing the dragon. He’ll return soon.”

As he stood to leave, Roen shook his head urgently.

“Then he should at least send word. Sylvia comes looking for him every day, and I’m running out of excuses to turn her away.”

Glen sighed, as if the prospect of facing Sylvia frightened him.

“How frustrating.”

He shook his head and withdrew a small book from his robes. As he opened it and began reading slowly, Glen’s complexion gradually grew calm and composed.

“Ahhh….”

Roen exhaled in relief upon seeing the book Glen held. He was reading the Gospel of Raon—that outburst would cease for a while.

‘He truly has changed so much.’

No one could have imagined that the Northern Destruction King, whom the Continent regarded as the strongest, would calm his mind by reflecting on words his grandson had spoken.

Honestly, these days he seemed far closer to being the strongest homebody than the strongest on the Continent.

“Hmm….”

Roen detected a sound from outside the Patriarch’s Hall and bowed his head to Glen.

“It appears the Gwangpung Corps has returned.”
“Mm.”

Glen nodded slowly and tucked the Gospel of Raon back into his robes.

“Seeing those children would lift my spirits a bit. Bring them here.”
“Yes.”

Roen smiled and left the Audience Chamber.

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The Gwangpung Corps stood before the Zigheart Family Estate, straightening their appearance.

“It’s been so long, I’m getting nervous.”

Burren Zigheart swallowed dryly and adjusted his sleeves.

“We haven’t done anything wrong, so what’s there to fear?”

Martha placed her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing as if questioning what could possibly frighten them.

“It’s not fear, just nerves.”
“Nerves? Look at him.”

She pointed to Lunan Slion standing blankly beside them.

“Sometimes you need to be as thoughtless as that.”
“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion stared vacantly at the sky, truly lost in thought about nothing.

“Still, he’s taking it too far. Don’t just stand there—at least brush off some of that dust.”

Burren Zigheart approached Lunan Slion and brushed away the dust and snow clinging to his shoulders.

“I want ice cream.”

Lunan Slion let out a long, weary sigh.

“I knew you’d say that.”
“Everyone here and Raon together.”
“Hmm….”

Martha closed her mouth. She too seemed to think of Raon, gently biting her lip.

“Lord Rimer. Where exactly is that guy?”

Burren approached Rimer and furrowed his brow.

“Huh? I don’t know either.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders.

“What?”
“You said you knew!”
“You said he was doing well!”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan rushed at Rimer, simultaneously grabbing him by the collar.

“That’s the only way you’d feel at ease. No news is good news—he’s probably doing just fine.”

Rimer scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. He spoke of Raon’s well-being as lightly as if they had simply parted ways after spending time together.

“You bastard!”
“Drop dead!”
“Is this what a lord looks like?”

Other swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps rushed in, grabbing Rimer’s hair and clothes, shaking him violently.

“Wait, everyone! Don’t do this….”

As Rimer felt fear and frantically waved his hands, Roen walked out from within the Patriarch’s Hall.

“It’s been a long time, everyone.”

Roen offered a hollow smile and bowed his head to the Gwangpung Corps.

“The Head of House awaits. Everyone, please come in.”
“Sigh….”

Rimer seized the moment when everyone’s attention had shifted and withdrew to stand beside Roen.

“Let’s hurry! We can’t keep the Head of House waiting!”
“It’s not over yet.”
“We’ll settle this after the audience.”

Burren and Martha raised their fists and gnashed their teeth.

“He’s dead.”

Lunan also jutted out his lips as he looked at Rimer.

Rimer, without so much as touching his disheveled clothes and tousled hair, pressed himself firmly against Roen’s side.

“But there are some cracks in the castle walls and buildings. Did some kind of earthquake happen?”
“Hehehehe.”

Roen offered no answer, merely chuckling as he always did, and guided Rimer and the Gwangpung Corps to the entrance of the Audience Chamber before opening the door.

Kuuuuuung!

The majestic iron doors swung open, revealing the full expanse of the Audience Chamber. Golden sunlight streamed down across towering pillars that rose like the shafts of a giant’s spear, weaving together grandeur and mystery.

Yet what truly commanded attention was Glen Zigheart, seated at its center. Eyes burning redder than the sun itself gleamed with an overwhelming aura that seemed to press down upon the world.

“There he goes, putting on airs again.”

Rimer exhaled softly and gestured with his chin toward the Gwangpung Corps behind him.

“Let’s go.”
“Mm….”
“Sigh….”

Unlike him, the Gwangpung Corps felt a heavy oppression as their arms and legs grew leaden, and they stepped into the Audience Chamber.

“I greet the Head of House!”
“I greet the Head of House!”

Following Rimer’s salute, the Gwangpung Corps knelt and bowed their heads.

“Rise, all of you.”

At Glen’s gesture, Rimer and the Gwangpung Corps lifted their heads and straightened their spines. He gazed at Burren, who stood directly behind Rimer.

“Burren.”
“Yes, sir!”

Burren’s voice shot up in surprise at being called upon unexpectedly.

“Your left eye—is it giving you no trouble?”
“At first, my vision became so sharp that my head ached, but I’ve adapted to it now.”
“Though I sense no malice, the eye’s origin remains unknown. Rely solely on it, and you may find yourself in peril. Always consider multiple scenarios and strive to make the wisest judgment.”
“I shall keep this close to my heart!”

Burren etched Glen’s counsel into his heart, lifting his chin with determination.

“Lunan.”

Glen’s gaze shifted to Lunan, who stood to Burren’s right.

“Do the wounds on your abdomen and thigh cause you pain?”
“I’m fine now.”

Lunan nodded calmly, as she always did with everyone.

“There is no need to sacrifice yourself to protect others. Reflect deeply on what more you might accomplish.”
“Yes.”

Her answer was brief enough to seem light, yet her eyes grew clearer as she contemplated Glen’s counsel.

“Martha.”

Glen lowered his gaze and called out to Martha.

“It seems you’re still bothered by not being able to help your comrades until now.”
“Mm….”

Martha glanced at Burren and Lunan before biting her lip.

“My comrades nearly died protecting me, so I believe this is a burden I must carry for the rest of my life.”
“That’s an insult to your comrades.”
“Ah….”
“What you must do from now on is act as you always have, and when danger strikes, think of your comrades first—just as they did. There is no such thing as debt between comrades.”
“…I understand.”

She nodded, declaring that she would protect everyone even if it cost her life.

“Dorian.”
“Yes, sir!”

At Glen’s fourth call, Dorian trembled violently and nodded.

“According to a report from Rimer, you’re the greatest coward in the Gwangpung Corps.”
“That, that’s true.”

Dorian admitted to being a coward and lowered his gaze.

“There is no coward who thinks of others before himself. If you risked your life for your comrades, then you are no coward.”

Glen nodded solemnly as he regarded Dorian.

“You have grown, Dorian Sepia.”
“Ah, that….”

Dorian could not respond. His shoulders trembled as he kept his head bowed.

Glen continued to offer praise and counsel to each member of the Gwangpung Corps one by one.

“Mark Goeten.”
“Yes.”

Finally, Mark Goeten stepped forward and bowed his head.

“This world operates on inherently unjust laws. The wall of lacking martial arts stands as thick as a mountain for some, yet thin as paper for others. If you concern yourself with others, you will inevitably lose what is precious within yourself. From now on, observe only yourself and advance forward, not others.”
“I will keep that in mind.”

Mark Goeten nodded while placing his hand over his chest.

“Um…”

Rimer grinned and pointed at himself with his finger.

“Do you have nothing to say to me?”
“You…”

Just as Glen’s expression darkened, a knock sounded from the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and Roen, who had been waiting outside, poked his head in cautiously.

“There is someone who wishes to see the Head of House. What should I do?”
“I have matters to discuss with the Gwangpung Corps right now. Tell them to come back later.”
“Understood. Then perhaps you would like some tea while—”

Roen smiled brightly as if things had worked out well and moved to close the door.

“Hmm?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he observed Roen’s behavior.

‘Tea?’

Though Roen appeared courteous, it was uncommon for him to share tea with others.

“Wait. Who has come to see me?”
“Well…”

Roen poked his head back in and furrowed his brows.

“The commander of the Gale Wind Squad has returned.”
“N-now! Bring him in at once!”
“Raon?”
“Raon has come?”

Glen stumbled over his words for the first time, gesturing rapidly. Rimer and the Gale Wind Squad spun around in shock.

“How unfortunate.”

Roen smiled as he opened the door to the Audience Chamber.

Whoosh!

Standing beside the smiling Roen was a man draped in a black robe.
As he removed the robe, golden hair more radiant than the sunlight flooding the Audience Chamber cascaded down, revealing a nose as sharp and straight as a blade.
The soft crimson smile playing at his lips, contrasted against his tattered uniform, possessed an otherworldly allure that made it impossible to look away.

Step.

I turned to meet the eyes of the Gale Wind Squad members in turn, my steps measured and deliberate. I positioned myself behind Rimer and knelt before Glen.

“Head of House, I greet you—”
“Enough!”

Glen waved his hand dismissively.

“Where have you been and what have you been doing all this time!”

His face flushed with anger.

“When the barrier shattered, I was thrown to a remote corner of the Owen Kingdom. My aunt rescued me. While I was unconscious, I ended up drifting out to sea…”
“What?”

Glen’s lips turned pale as if frozen.

“W-what did you just say!”
“Yes? I said I ended up drifting out to sea.”

I blinked, looking at Glen.

“Right there!”
“The barrier shattered, and I fell into a corner of the Owen Kingdom….”
“Behind that!”
“My aunt was….”
“Aunt….”

Glen’s hand trembled violently as he gripped the Jade Throne. The Audience Chamber—no, the entire Zigheart Family Estate began to shake.

“Auuuunt?”

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