The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 539

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Chapter 539

“But before that….”

Glen’s crimson eyes sank deeper into thought.

“Continue with what you were doing.”
“If you mean what I was doing, are you referring to training, sir?”

I looked at the Heavenly Sword, which held the moonlight in its slender form, and asked.

“You said you captured Kaibar. Show me how much you’ve grown.”
“As I mentioned in the Patriarch’s Hall, it wasn’t something I accomplished alone. My aunt—no, Aris handled all the difficult work, and I merely delivered the final blow.”
“….”

Glen pressed his lips together tightly, his expression darkening. He didn’t look pleased. It seemed to be because I had mentioned the word “aunt” again.

‘He really dislikes that.’

I resolved never to use that word in front of Glen again and raised my sword.

“Then I’ll just loosen up a bit.”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword to upper stance. Gripping the blade with both hands, I focused my spirit and cut at the moonlight reflected in the lake.

Whoooosh!

It was a downward slash that even a five-year-old child could perform, but my sword was different—I had never skipped a single day of fundamental training.

It was refined with sharp angles, free as if it could touch anything, and radiated a sharpness capable of cutting through all things.

From the vertical slash flowed horizontal slashes, diagonal cuts, and thrusts. With eyes closed, I drew out the fundamental sword techniques I could perform in my sleep, pouring all my spirit and muscle into each movement.

After executing the forms of Radiant Sword and Snowwind Sword Technique as if in actual combat, I wiped away the sweat and turned around.

“You haven’t abandoned the fundamentals even now.”

Glen unfurrowed his brow and uncrossed his arms.

“Yes. I’ve continued whenever I had the time.”
“Why? You should have refined those fundamentals to the point where you could execute them with your eyes closed.”
“Because my goal is to master the Omniblade like the Head of House—a sword that encompasses all swords. Basic swordsmanship is like the roots of a tree, so I believed that if the foundation wavered, my entire sword would crumble.”

I laid bare the thoughts that had occupied my mind while training in basic swordsmanship.

“Excellent.”

Glen covered his mouth with his hand and nodded. His fingers seemed to tremble faintly.

“I wondered how you’d honed your mental world to the point of defeating a Grand Master, but it was thanks to your devotion to the fundamentals.”
“Th-thank you.”

I bowed my head, bewildered by the unexpected praise.

‘I never thought he’d praise me so openly….’

Glen was not one to offer praise carelessly. When he said something was excellent, it meant genuine approval. All those hours devoted to basic swordsmanship had borne fruit.

“That foundation is what allowed you to touch the Sword Realm. It’s incomplete, but how did it feel to use the Sword Realm for the first time?”
“It felt like drawing upon my own strength from a more advanced version of myself.”

When I deployed the Divine Demon Harmony Seal, I had felt the sensation of pulling my swordsmanship and aura that had risen beyond Grand Master level into the present moment.

“You’re not entirely wrong. But you’re not entirely right either.”

Glen narrowed his aged eyes further.

“Sword Realm Manifestation is drawing your imagined strength—strength that you can currently handle—into reality.”
“Imagined strength….”
“That’s why your Sword Realm contains everything you’ve built through your life and your sword.”
“Ah….”

So that’s why I wielded two swords and cold energy.

Thanks to Glen’s guidance, I could better understand how my Sword Realm had formed and how to cultivate it going forward.
With a single word from him, my Mental World seemed to expand.

“One more thing.”

Glen’s words continued just as I was about to express my gratitude.

“As you master the ten thousand swords, there comes a time when you focus on the swordplay familiar to you and neglect what you lack. However painful it may be, confront your own shortcomings.”

He seemed pleased with my answer about fundamental swordplay and offered a second piece of advice.

“I will remember your words.”

I etched Glen’s counsel into my heart and resolved to refine the swordplay I had yet to master in tomorrow’s training.

Snap!

Glen flicked his fingers lightly. A subtle luminescence spread like moonlight settling gently, and an ornate box materialized from the empty air. He caught it and extended it forward.

“Take it.”
“This is….”
“Did I not tell you in the Audience Chamber? I said I would give you information about Kaibar later.”

I accepted the box Glen offered and nodded slightly.

‘So that’s why he came.’

Now I understood why Glen had visited the Annex Building. He had come to give me advice and this box as a reward for capturing Kaibar.

“It is the Crimson Flow Elixir. It’s a spiritual medicine created by harmonizing fire-attributed spirit herbs and inner elixirs, so it will pair well with the Clarity Pill I gave you earlier. Take them together.”
“Thank you.”

I gripped the red-glowing box tightly and bowed to Glen.

“Actually….”
“What is it?”
“There was actually an incident when I captured Kaibar.”

I told Glen about the Dragon Lord who had appeared and threatened me.

“Dragons are a race that serves as humanity’s natural predators. A single swing of their tail can topple cities and kill hundreds of people. Especially those like Kaibar who harbor hatred for humans—they are calamities incarnate.”

Glen’s lips twisted as if he already knew about Kaibar’s misdeeds.

“What you did was right and justified. Don’t concern yourself with whatever the Dragon Lord said. If you meet him again, call for me immediately.”

He furrowed his brow, remarking that dragons were stubborn creatures who believed only they possessed justice.

“Understood.”

With Glen’s reassurance, my heart grew lighter. Even if Ancient Dragons came rushing at me, I wouldn’t fear them.

“….”
“….”

The two of us stood in silence, regarding each other for a long moment.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Glen’s lips move silently.

‘What is he doing?’

He had given me instruction and even bestowed a spirit contract, yet unlike usual, Glen remained in place rather than departing immediately.

‘Is he conversing with someone?’

I assumed he was sending an aura message to someone else, but suddenly Glen gestured to me.

“Show me your advanced swordsmanship as well. It seems what I’ve given you is somewhat insufficient, so let me evaluate your martial arts.”
“Eh? Ah, yes!”

Though I thought it was enough, this was a good opportunity, so I displayed the sword forms I had created myself, the techniques from Manhwagong, and the Spear Sky Sword.

“The techniques from Manhwagong are certainly powerful, but there’s a discordance in their resonance with you as you are now. Adjust them further to match your own sensibilities. As for the sword forms you created yourself….”

Glen observed all the techniques and offered cold yet enigmatic counsel.
It was difficult to understand immediately, but he had always taught me this way, so I could only be grateful.

Yet even after the sword training concluded, Glen did not leave. Instead, he rubbed his fingers together while gazing up at the night sky.

Raon clenched his fists as he gazed at the Annex Building behind Glen.

‘I don’t know why he’s staying silent, but now is the time to speak.’

He approached Glen, having resolved to voice the determination he’d made after seeing Sylvia in the Dining Hall today.

“Head of House.”
“Call me—”

Raon stopped mid-call and raised his hand.

“Please, speak first.”
“No, you go ahead.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively.

“Well, soon my mother’s dantian and mana circuits will recover.”

Raon nodded and spoke the words he’d organized in his mind.

“Are you using a Dragon Heart?”

Glen glanced toward Ensia’s chamber, from which emanated the potent aroma of mana, as if he already knew the method.

“Yes. I intend to use the Dragon Heart that Aris gave me to reconstruct my mother’s dantian and restore her to her former martial prowess.”

Raon stepped forward and knelt before Glen.

“The reason you told me not to call Aris my aunt is because I’m still of the Branch Family, isn’t it?”
“….”
“I understand that even with the seven gold medals I currently possess, I cannot become Main Lineage.”

Counting both the officially received medals and the unofficially obtained gold medals, that made seven in total.
It was no small number, but it fell far short of breaking through the Main Lineage’s interference and restoring Sylvia’s position.

‘That’s why I must gamble….’

Raon lifted his eyes, which burned with the will to succeed, and met Glen’s gaze, which was filling with emptiness.

“I request that you restore Sylvia Zigheart to the Main Lineage in exchange for the seven gold medals I’ve accumulated thus far and my victory over the Demon King next year.”
“….”

Glen did not answer. His long, broad hand covered his mouth again as his shoulders trembled faintly. His gaze, lost in thought, fell with a piercing intensity.

“The Demon King is formidable. Even among Grand Masters, his level and experience differ vastly from that of the Holy Sword Master’s Order disciple you defeated.”
“I am aware.”

Raon nodded. I still could not forget the Demon King’s tyrannical aura. I knew better than anyone how strong he was.

“Yet you intend to attempt it regardless?”
“The me of that day will be different from the me of now.”
“You have confidence in your growth?”
“I do.”

I spoke with calm certainty and unwavering confidence.

“You speak truly. Even seven gold medals would not easily elevate Sylvia to the Main Lineage. However….”

Glen’s crimson eyes reflected Raon’s own gaze—eyes that bore his exact likeness.

“If you achieve the feat of vanquishing the Demon King at the age of twenty-two, that would be a condition I could readily accept.”

He nodded with clear approval.

“I shall accept your terms upon the honor of the Head of House.”
“Thank you!”

Raon bowed deeply to Glen.

“There is no need for courtesy. Nothing has been accomplished yet.”

Glen waved his hand, instructing me to offer my thanks only after all was said and done.

“Then, what you were about to say, Head of House….”

Raon rose to his feet and broached the subject Glen had left unfinished.

“….”

Glen remained silent for a long while before turning his head away.

“It’s nothing much.”
“Pardon? You clearly said there was something….”
“I said if you have nothing to do, then train.”
“Ah….”
“Let’s call it a day.”

Glen’s brow furrowed as if his mood had suddenly soured, and he vanished.

Raon tilted his head, staring at the spot where Glen had been standing.

‘Why is the ground so deeply gouged here?’

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Glen left the Lake at the Annex Building and headed toward the middle slopes of Bekmang Mountain.

“Sigh….”

Rimer, who had been leaning his back against Tiger Rock, let out a deep sigh.

“Why did you just come back after going to hear Grandfather’s words!”

He shook his head as if unable to comprehend Glen’s actions.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen lowered the document he had been holding and let out a light chuckle.

“Kuh….”

Glen removed the hand that had been covering his mouth before the two men. The corners of his mouth, which had risen to the heavens, trembled slightly.

“You’re truly remarkable, aren’t you?”
“Pardon? What do you mean…?”

Rimer blinked blankly at Glen.

“Your devotion to fundamental swordsmanship is admirable, and achieving Sword Realm Manifestation at such a young age is extraordinary, but what truly moves me is how you surrendered the Dragon Heart directly to your mother without hesitation. To use something that transcends even elixirs—a spiritual entity worthy of the name—without a moment’s deliberation to strengthen Sylvia’s core! Where does such goodness and virtue spring from?”

Glen clenched both fists, unable to contain his pride in his grandson. His formidable will spread like a spider’s web, and the entirety of Bekmang Mountain began to tremble.

“Then embrace that grandson of yours!”

Rimer pressed his forehead, urging Glen not to do this here but to show such affection in front of Raon instead.

“Haha, Head of House. Do calm yourself.”

Roen shook his head at Glen to prevent Bekmang Mountain from collapsing in the middle of the night.

“How can I calm myself! I’ve never seen a child like this in all my years. Not because he’s my grandson, but because he’s a boy worthy of praise wherever he goes!”

Glen unleashed the words he’d been holding back in front of Raon like rapid fire.

“I know better than anyone that Raon is a good person! But right now, what matters is that he hears you call yourself grandfather!”
“But didn’t Raon tell me that himself?”
“Pardon…?”

Rimer tilted his head in confusion.

“He said he would defeat the Demon King next year and come call me grandfather himself.”
“When did he say that?”
“Using the gold medals he’s accumulated so far and the achievement of capturing the Demon King, he’ll restore Sylvia to the Main Lineage. Once Sylvia becomes Main Lineage, Raon will naturally become Main Lineage as well and call me grandfather! That child was asking me to wait for that!”

He scolded them for failing to understand.

“You fail to see Raon’s grand vision.”
“Ugh….”

Rimer clutched his churning stomach. As the saying goes, the interpretation matters more than the dream itself—Glen’s eyes and ears were so thoroughly clouded by affection for Raon that no argument would penetrate.

“This is when we need Sheryl around.”

Rimer exhaled deeply. That cold-blooded man would have known exactly what to say, and it was a shame he was away on a mission.

“There isn’t much time left now.”

Glen carefully rubbed his hands together, remarking that by next year he could be called a grandfather.

“Roen.”
“Yes, Head of House.”
“You’ve added today’s events to Raon’s Gospel, haven’t you?”
“Of course.”

Roen smiled as he unfolded the booklet he’d been carrying at his waist.

“I’ve recorded the philosophy behind basic swordsmanship, the use of the Dragon Heart for Sylvia’s sake, and Raon’s declaration that he would defeat the Demon King himself and elevate Sylvia to the Main Lineage.”

He recited Raon’s words again as he showed the booklet. On the white pages was a drawing of Raon making his declaration with confident eyes.

“Your illustrations have improved.”
“Hehe, I’ve been practicing in my spare time for this very day.”

Roen smiled, saying he’d taken drawing lessons every day to capture Raon’s likeness.

“You’re all insane….”

Rimer shook his head as he watched Glen and Roen laughing across from each other.

“You need to come to your senses too.”

Glen furrowed his brow as he looked at Rimer.

“For Raon to defeat the Demon King now is a distant dream. Make sure you guide that child properly so he can grow.”
“That’s naturally something I must do. However, I hope you’ll help me as well, Head of House.”
“Help you with what?”
“The Holy Sword Master is beyond my capabilities, but I cannot overlook the Dragon Manifestation Sword Master. Allow me to kill my enemy….”

A murderous wind flickered across Rimer’s green eyes.

“Help me with my training as well.”

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“Hmm….”

Rokan Slion’s lips pressed into a thin line.
His youngest daughter, whom he cherished most in the world, had returned safely—he should have been overjoyed—yet his mood continued to plummet with each passing moment.

The reason for his darkening disposition was quite simple.

“Raon transported all of us to the Owen Kingdom and remained alone in that forest. He apparently used some kind of barrier….”

For the past four hours since his beloved youngest daughter had returned home, she had spoken of nothing but Raon, and it was beginning to turn his stomach.

‘That boy is remarkable. I know. I’m grateful to him, of course.’

Thanks to Raon, Lunan had survived, grown stronger, and even become more radiant—he was naturally grateful to him for that.

But with Lunan’s mouth ceaselessly uttering Raon’s name, he couldn’t help but feel his nerves standing on edge as a father.

“After that, Raon went to the sea and….”
“Ahem, let’s stop talking about that boy now. Why don’t we hear about our daughter instead?”

Rokan gently waved his hand, asking Lunan to speak about herself.

“When I visited you in Owen, I was too busy to see your face much. What were you doing there?”
“You just sit quietly. So? What happened next?”

In contrast, Clara, Rokan’s wife and Lunan’s mother, found it endearing how the usually taciturn Lunan spoke so earnestly about Raon, and she waved her hand encouragingly for her to continue.

“Well, and then….”

Lunan explained everything that had happened up until today, then placed a golden badge and an elixir on the table.

“So thanks to Raon, we all received the golden badge.”

She stroked the gold badge, saying she had received it thanks to Raon, not through her own achievement.

“No, that’s not because of that boy Raon—you earned it yourself….”
“What?”

When Rokan Slion referred to Raon as “that boy,” Lunan cast a sharp glance at him.

“Ahem, w-well, the handsome Raon….”

At the mention of “handsome,” Lunan’s furrowed expression softened.

“That guy. No, the handsome Raon did save you, but you saved him just the same!”

Rokan Slion shook his head, saying that comrades exchange favors with each other and she shouldn’t be unconditionally grateful.

“Your father is right about this. You should take pride in yourself for risking your life for your comrades.”

Clara smiled as she gently patted Lunan’s head.

“Ugh, I don’t know what to say!”

It was just as Rokan Slion pressed his forehead and drained his drink in one gulp.

Click.

The dining hall door opened smoothly, and Siria Slion entered, her smile radiating a cool, serene light.

“My goodness? Siria!”
“Siria? What brings you here at this hour?”

Clara and Rokan Slion beamed with delight at Siria’s unexpected return.

“Ah….”

Meanwhile, Lunan’s ice cream slipped from her hand and fell to the floor as she watched Siria smile. Her hands trembled as if seized by a spasm.

“I heard that Lunan had returned, so I stopped by for a moment.”

Siria smiled as she removed her coat, snow dusting her shoulders.

“It seems you were in the middle of eating.”
“Have you eaten?”
“No, not yet.”
“Prepare some food at once!”
“You’re hungry, aren’t you? Just wait a moment.”

Rokan Slion instructed the Kitchen to warm up some food, while Clara smiled as she brushed the snow from Siria Slion’s hair.

“Yes, I’m quite hungry.”

Siria Slion watched Lunan Slion’s trembling fingertips and licked her lips with her tongue.

“Because I’ve been waiting for so long.”

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