The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 537

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Chapter 537

I swallowed hard as I watched the ground trembling as if it might burst apart and Glen Zigheart’s eyes blazing with fury.

‘I made a mistake…’

I shouldn’t have called her that here.

My status is the Branch Family, not the Main Lineage. Since I had called Aris Zigheart, who stood at the very top of the Main Lineage, by that name, it was only natural that Glen was furious.

‘That person’s prank has followed me all the way here.’

Ever since Aris Zigheart first heard me use that word, she had come by every hour and made me repeat it until my lips wore thin.
After repeating the word so many times in such a short span, it had become stuck on my tongue.

-Fool.

Wrath chuckled as he watched Glen’s face turn crimson with rage.

-I told you not to come here and just eat instead.
‘As if that were possible.’

I sighed and pushed away Wrath, who was fluttering about restlessly.

“Aunt?”
“You had an aunt?”

Lunan Slion and Martha tilted their heads in confusion at the word.

“If she’s the Lord’s aunt….”
“She’d be from our family.”
“But who exactly is this aunt… Ah! Could it be!”
“Aris Zigheart?”

The Gwangpung Corps gasped as they recalled Aris Zigheart, Glen Zigheart’s eldest daughter.

“Ah….”

Burren’s eyes widened in shock at the mention of Aris, his gaze snapping toward me.

“Aunt. She said aunt….”

Glen’s lips pressed into a thin line, his irritation deepening at the word that had slipped from the Gwangpung Corps member’s mouth.

“My apologies. I made a mistake.”

I knelt before Glen and lowered my head.

‘I’ve done exactly what the Head of House despises most.’

Glen was a man who valued propriety and boundaries above all else.
Despite having grown somewhat closer through shared meals and training, I had not yet been accepted into the Main Lineage, and therefore had no right to address Aris as my aunt.

“…You understand well enough.”

Glen nodded, his gaze turning glacial.

“Be more careful going forward.”

He exhaled deeply, as though granting me a single reprieve.

“Yes.”

I lowered my head once more before rising to my feet.

“Hah….”
“Sigh….”

At the sound of those sighs, I turned to see Rimer and Roen shaking their heads, their hands pressed to their foreheads.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Before I could wonder why they reacted that way, Glen’s voice called me back to attention toward the platform.

“Report what you have accomplished from the start of the mission until now.”
“Understood.”

Raon nodded and stepped forward.

“After the Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master suddenly attacked, the Gwangpung Corps and I destroyed the city’s castle wall to save the civilians there…”

I told him everything that had happened so far, except for summoning Wrath and destroying Derus’s factory along with the Black Market.

—Dammit!

Wrath struck my shoulder and glared at me with blazing eyes.

—Why are you leaving out the True Demon King’s exploits! Tell them that I ripped that weakling’s neck off and even healed them!
‘Please, just stay quiet for once!’

I quickly swatted down Wrath, who once again failed to read the room.

“Y-you captured a dragon?”
“If it’s Kaibar, that’s the great dragon that destroyed five or more cities!”
“Insane…”
“How did you manage to capture a dragon in such a short time!”

The Gwangpung Corps couldn’t even imagine that Raon had hunted a dragon, their eyes widening in shock.

“You really are…”
“Handsome Raon!”

Martha shook her head in disbelief, while Lunan clenched his small fist with joy.

“Ugh…”

Burren’s reaction was particularly intense today. He pointed his finger at me while his jaw trembled.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Perhaps because Aris had informed him beforehand, Glen nodded calmly without any surprise.

“You should know that the ring Chamber gave you had two abilities, correct?”
“Yes. I do.”
“The first is to send others to a place you know, and the second is to summon a person you know to your location. Why didn’t you call me there?”

Instead of asking about the dragon as I’d anticipated, he posed a question about what had transpired before.

“I believed that if I summoned the Head of House, I would survive, but the Gwangpung Corps would perish.”

I recounted exactly what I had thought at that moment.

“The squad leaders, Mark Goeten, and Dorian’s conditions were so severe that even if the Head of House had come, he wouldn’t have been able to heal them.”
“You were fortunate that the barrier shattered and sent you flying. Had it been even slightly different, you would have died.”
“At that time, I didn’t consider my own life important. My mind was filled only with the thought that I had to save those men.”

The Gwangpung Corps listened to my words, biting their lips or clenching their chests as they bowed their heads deeply.

“I see.”

Glen nodded slowly and turned his gaze toward Dorian.

“Dorian Sepia.”
“Ah, yes!”

Dorian straightened his neck despite his shoulders trembling.

“Were you not afraid of Orgos?”
“I, I was terrified. My tongue wouldn’t move properly.”
“Then why did you deceive him by claiming to be Raon?”
“I was afraid of dying, but I was even more, more afraid of what he would do to Raon.”

Dorian continued speaking as he wiped his belly pockets with both hands.

“I thought it would be better if I died instead, so I forced myself to speak.”
“It seems you all share the same conviction.”

Glen nodded, considering that answer not just Dorian’s alone, but the answer of the entire Gwangpung Corps.

“What do you believe are the conditions of a true comrade?”

No one answered his question.

“It is whether you can prioritize your comrade’s life over your own. This isn’t something that happens simply because you’ve spent much time together. It’s only possible when trust between people accumulates. At such a young age, you have all achieved something so difficult.”

Glen’s voice carried a hint of laughter—the gentlest tone I’d heard from him yet.

“To all members of the Gwangpung Corps, who elevated the name of Zigheart at the Divine Sovereign Festival, rescued civilians from the Oma assault, and risked their lives fighting for their comrades, I bestow gold medals and superior-grade elixirs!”

Glen’s gaze fell upon the Gwangpung Corps not with his usual hollow eyes, but with a warmth that seemed to radiate genuine heat.

“W-wait, the entire Gwangpung Corps?”
“We’re getting gold medals too?”
“Is that… even possible?”
“How can this be…?”
“Isn’t this the first time an entire unit has received gold medals?”

The Gwangpung Corps stood slack-jawed, unable to believe they would all receive gold medals as a reward.

“Ah…”

I too exhaled sharply, caught off guard by a reward far beyond my expectations.

‘But is this really alright?’

I could already see the clan heads crying out in objection, but Glen had clearly made his decision, his eyes calm as he gestured to Roen.
This man called the Northern Destruction King seemed far more temperamental than I’d anticipated.

“Everything is prepared.”

Roen ascended the platform carrying large plaques in both hands.

“Raon Zigheart. Come forward.”

I turned to look back. Martha, Lunan, Burren. After meeting the eyes of the entire Gwangpung Corps, I walked toward Glen’s Jade Throne.

“You already know you were fortunate, even without me saying it.”
“Yes.”
“Fortune does not always favor you on the battlefield. Should such circumstances arise again, consider how you should act.”
“I will take it to heart.”

Glen nodded as if satisfied and handed me the gold medal and elixir he’d received from Roen.

“As for capturing Kaibhar, we shall discuss that separately.”

He waved his hand downward, gesturing for me to descend.

“Thank you.”
-Aoooo!

Just as I bowed respectfully to Glen, Wrath’s outburst began anew.

-Why does the True Demon King have nothing! The True Demon King has slain all, healed all!
‘Food for you, food!’

I persuaded Wrath as one might quiet a dog by dangling the promise of food, then descended from the platform.

“Burren Zigheart. Come forward.”
“Ah, yes!”

Burren Zigheart stared blankly at me before hastily ascending the platform. His gaze and demeanor seemed oddly off today.

-Hehehehe.

Wrath chuckled as he watched Burren Zigheart.

‘Why is he suddenly laughing?’
-Something amusing shall unfold soon.

He curled his lips upward while gazing at Burren Zigheart’s back—a laugh tinged with both cunning anticipation and mischief.

‘Sigh.’

I shook my head and glanced up at the platform.

“Th-thank you so much!”

Burren Zigheart, moved by receiving a gold badge for the first time, bowed to Glen with his lips pressed tightly together.

“I shall show you greater progress henceforth.”

Martha, by contrast, grasped the gold badge and spirit elixir with confident, assured movements—as though claiming what was rightfully hers.

“Is there a sweet elixir?”
“…There isn’t one like that.”

Lunan showed little interest in the gold medals themselves, instead requesting elixirs that were cold and sweet.

After that, everyone from the Gwangpung Corps—Dorian, Crain, Mark Goeten, and the rest—received their gold medals and elixirs.

Seeing how he distributed gold medals and then provided elixirs tailored to each member of the Gwangpung Corps on the spot, it seemed he had prepared everything in advance.

“Th-thank you so much!”
“Thank you!”

Yua and Julius, the last to receive their gold medals, bowed deeply before descending from the platform.

“You have labored well in fulfilling your duties as swordsmen of Zigheart. Return now and take your rest.”

Glen nodded to the Gwangpung Corps, then propped his chin on his fist. His eyes filled with a hollow gray emptiness. It seemed everything was finally over.

Kuuuuuung!

Roen, who had moved to the rear, opened the massive doors of the Audience Chamber.

The Gwangpung Corps bowed quietly and filed out of the Audience Chamber one by one.

“Wait, hold on?”

Rimer pointed at himself with his finger, blinking rapidly.

“You didn’t give me anything?”

Even as he cried out that he had received no reward, no one paid him any attention.

“Wait, you said you were giving it to the entire Gwangpung Corps! I’m part of the Gwangpung Corps too! Besides, I’m the commander!”
“….”

The Gwangpung Corps left the Audience Chamber with their ears closed, and Glen naturally ignored them.

“Over there, Head of House.”

Raon turned back to look at Glen before heading out.

“Yeah. Raon! Say something on my behalf!”

Rimer shook his fist as if pleading for me to speak in his stead.

“I heard from Aris that you alone held back the Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master. Are you certain you’re unharmed?”
“Tch….”

Glen didn’t answer. His trembling fist, which had been propping up his chin, quivered violently. He covered his mouth with a shaking hand.

‘Why does he seem displeased….’
-You foolish wretch!

Wrath struck my head.

-That old man has transcended the limits of his kind. He’s upset because he feels disrespected! Why don’t you understand something so obvious!
‘Ah….’

Just as I was about to apologize again, Glen nodded.

“It’s fine.”

He waved his hand, signaling me to leave.

“Yes.”

I bowed my head and exited the Audience Chamber.

“Hey!”

Rimer called out hollowly as the door closed.

“Why are you ignoring me! Can’t you see me!”

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The Audience Chamber fell silent after the Gwangpung Corps departed.

Yet Glen, Rimer, and Roen—all three who remained in the chamber—bore furrowed brows.

“Hmm….”

Glen covered his lower jaw with one of his large, elongated hands while curling the corners of his mouth upward in a peculiar smile.

‘I can’t remember the last time someone worried about my condition.’

Perhaps it was because of the title Northern Destruction King and my position as Head of the Zigheart Family.
For a long time, no one had ever concerned themselves with my physical state.
After such an eternity, to finally have someone worry about me—and for that someone to be Raon—it felt as though all the accumulated anxiety, anger, and fatigue were being washed away.

‘Though this aunt business is rather….’

Rimer had stolen my first drinking session with Raon, but I had wanted to hear the familial address—something that scoundrel could never claim—from Sylvia’s mother, just as I had from Grandfather, for the second time.

But as the saying goes, a rolling stone dislodges a fixed one; Aris had suddenly appeared and robbed me of that second chance to hear such a familial term.
Even now, fury surged through me so intensely that my hands and feet trembled.

“Summon Aris at once. Tell her if she doesn’t come immediately, I’ll find her myself.”
“Before that!”

Rimer exhaled a long sigh and stepped forward before Glen.

“Why did you tell her not to call you aunt earlier?”
“That’s absolutely unacceptable!”

Glen shook his head, making clear he could never accept such a thing.

“I don’t get to hear the word grandfather, so how could I possibly allow Aris to call me aunt? I absolutely cannot bear it!”

He furrowed his brow, insisting that such a thing was unbearable, even if dirt filled his ears.

“Sigh….”
“Sigh….”

Rimer and Roen both let out simultaneous sighs.

“Then instead of forbidding Raon from calling you aunt, why not just have him call the Head of House grandfather? Ugh! This is so frustrating!”

Rimer looked up at Glen Zigheart and struck his chest emphatically.

“I’ve considered that as well. However….”
“However?”
“It’s rather embarrassing to ask him directly to call me grandfather.”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze to the right, his expression tinged with bashfulness.

“Head of House….”
“What’s embarrassing about a grandfather and grandson relationship!”

Roen and Rimer shook their heads in bewilderment.

“Sigh….”

Rimer steadied his breathing and addressed Glen Zigheart.

“Haven’t you heard Burren Zigheart call you grandfather before?”
“Yes. That boy has called me grandfather since he was young.”
“It’s exactly the same. It’s not embarrassing—it’s natural. Just close your eyes and say it! You can allow him to call you grandfather now!”
“Ahem….”

Glen Zigheart gave a brief cough and fidgeted with his fingers along the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“I would prefer it to happen more naturally….”
“You’ll end up dying of old age waiting! No, I’m so frustrated I’ll die first! Argh!”

Rimer threw himself on the ground and wailed.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen, having given up entirely, released his characteristic laughter and closed his eyes.

“Mm.”

Glen watched Rimer struggling on the ground and Roen continuing his hollow laughter, his expression turning bitter as he clicked his tongue.

“I’ll give it a try….”

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I watched the Gwangpung Corps from behind, a proud smile crossing my face.

‘Everyone has grown so much.’

Burren, Martha, and Lunan had reached Master rank, while Dorian and the vice-commanders had touched the threshold of Master, and all the unit members had become high-level Experts.

It wasn’t because they had experienced death. This growth had been achieved through relentless training even after recovering from their wounds.

‘And….’

I looked at the back of Mark Goeten walking directly ahead of me. He had shattered the wall that had seemed impossibly thick, and confidently ascended to the intermediate Master realm.
Watching Mark Goeten’s stride, filled with confidence, memories of when I first met him surfaced, and I found myself smiling naturally.

“Raon….”

As I was delighting in the growth of the Gwangpung Corps, Burren approached from the side.

“Let’s settle our reunion outside the Patriarch’s Hall.”
“Yeah. I know that, but….”

Burren massaged his temples with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Is something wrong? Your condition seems strange today.”

His brow was furrowed seriously, as if he had forgotten about receiving the gold badge.

“What… what exactly is that?”

Burren pointed at his empty hand.

“What are you talking about?”

Raon tilted his head while looking at the back of his hand.

“That bluish thing floating around on your hand… what is it?”

Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t his hand at all. Burren pointed precisely at the space where Wrath was hovering with his finger.
The blue eyes that Wrath had embedded were emitting a fierce light.

“…You can actually see this?”

Raon’s lips trembled as he looked at Burren’s differently colored eyes.

“I knew it!”

Burren clenched his fists while looking at Wrath.

“Ever since the Audience Chamber, he’s been dancing around and causing a ruckus all by himself, but nobody else noticed! I thought I was going insane!”
“Ah…”

Now I understood why Burren’s expression had been so strange all day.
A cotton candy had suddenly been wandering around causing mayhem, so of course his face would look like that.

“What exactly is that thing? A monster?”
-Kehehehe! Lowly eyes. The True Demon King is—
“Ah, it’s just cotton candy.”

I swallowed Wrath whole before he could introduce himself.

-You crazy bastard!
“That’s…”

Burren’s pupils trembled slightly.

“It’s poking through your cheek right now?”
-Kyahahaha!

Wrath giggled while clutching his bulging belly.

-You asked why I was laughing earlier? It’s because of this, you fool!

He pointed at Burren’s blue eyes and lifted his chin triumphantly.

-I’ve imbued the eyes with pure wrath energy! Since they’ve received the True Demon King’s blessing, naturally the True Demon King can be seen through them!
‘So it wasn’t a coincidence after all.’
-There is no such thing as coincidence for the True Demon King! Everything is meticulously calculated!

Wrath snapped his fingers at Burren, commanding him to feel the greatness of the Lord of Wrath.

-I am the Lord of Wrath and the King of the Demon Realm! I saved you and healed you! Tell everyone of my existence!

He spread his chubby arms wide, attempting to look majestic.

“….”

But Burren simply stared at Wrath blankly without saying a word.

“You dance quite well.”

Instead, he laughed as if he found Wrath’s movements adorable and applauded him.

-What, what?! Why aren’t you responding to the True Demon King’s words! Immediately spread word of my existence and offer me food!

Wrath shrieked with his mouth wide open, but Burren simply blinked as if fascinated.

-This, how is this….
‘Hey.’

I narrowed my eyes in exasperation.

‘You gave Burren eyes, right?’
-Isn’t it obvious if you think about it!
‘What do eyes do?’
-They see, of course!
‘Then Burren can see you, but he can’t hear you. You didn’t do anything to his ears.’
-Huh? Uh…. Uh! Uuuuuaaahhh!

Wrath let out a shriek as he looked at Burren’s ears.

-I didn’t touch your ears!
‘How meticulous with your accounting, Lord of Wrath…’

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