The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 546

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Chapter 546

I pushed Wrath aside as he flailed pathetically on the ground and examined the message for Wrath’s Gate.

【Wrath’s Gate (1-Star)】
You can operate the energy received from the Lord of Wrath together with your aura. (Usage Limit: 5%)

The description was simple, but its implications were anything but. It meant I could finally harness the rage I’d been unable to control before.

‘It starts at 5%, but it’ll change as I grow.’

At my current level, I could only handle 5% of the wrathful energy—not even Wrath’s true form, just a mere 5% of what he’d given me. It was meager, to say the least.
But as my realm advanced, that percentage would rise too, and I found myself looking forward to the future.

-What nonsense is this! The True Demon King never granted you any energy!

Wrath shrieked at the message.

-I merely forced my rage into you to seize your body, and you’re using it however you please!

He pounded his round fists against his own chest in exasperation, saying he’d lose his mind.

‘You gave it to me—that’s the end of it. Stop whining.’

I looked down at Wrath and clicked my tongue.

-Wh-whining? Did you just say whining?!

Wrath’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

-If someone stole all your wealth and kept robbing you blind every time you earned more, would you just let them be?!
‘I’d forgive them.’
-Gah! My head….

He finally collapsed, clutching the back of his neck. His eyes had rolled back, so it seemed the fury had knocked him unconscious.

“Hmm….”

Raon set Wrath aside and checked the message again.

‘It won’t be practical to use it constantly.’

No matter how much the trait had manifested, maintaining constant wrath would place an unbearable burden on both body and mind.
It seemed best to use it like Martha did with her berserk state—to end crucial battles in a single decisive moment.

‘I need to recover from my internal injuries and test it out.’

Since I hadn’t completely healed my internal injuries yet, I couldn’t recklessly draw upon wrath.
As I was merely visualizing the image of opening wrath in my mind, I felt a small tremor from my chest.

“Hmm?”

I pulled the mole out from my inner pocket.

“Merlin?”

I called Merlin’s name and gently shook the mole, but there was no response. I could hear breathing, so she was alive, but it seemed she hadn’t awakened yet.

Whoosh!

Just in case, I attempted to heal her with the sacred power blooming from darkness, but again there was no reaction.

“Did she overexert herself?”

As I sighed and was about to return Merlin to my inner pocket, I felt another tremor.

“Hey.”

I immediately pulled Merlin back out and tapped her belly lightly.

“You’re not just unconscious, are you?”
“Pffh….”

As I stared intently at the mole’s face, she trembled slightly and opened her mouth.

“Ahahaha!”

Merlin couldn’t contain herself and lifted her head with a burst of laughter.

“Sorry. Your embrace was so warm that I wanted to stay there forever.”

She smacked her lips, saying she wouldn’t have minded remaining in that state for the rest of her life.

“You really are….”

I shook my head with an exasperated expression.

-Cough, Mad Woman! Ugh….

Wrath, who had barely managed to sit up, looked horrified at Merlin’s words and smacked his own head before losing consciousness again.

“Are you really okay?”

I examined her condition while meeting her gaze.

“Yeah. Nothing serious.”

Merlin nodded and fluttered her arms like wings.

“Then why did you pass out?”
“I didn’t pass out.”
“Huh?”
“I was just lying there because I had no strength left. Then you held me in your arms, and I thought it was my chance, so I stayed still.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she grinned mischievously. I never thought I’d see the day a mole demon would blush like this.

“Sigh….”

I pressed my forehead with my hand and leaned my back against the wall. Though I was irritated by her prank, relief washed over me since she said there was nothing seriously wrong.

‘Relief, huh….’

What exactly was our relationship?

We had started as enemies seeking each other’s lives, but somehow we’d become a pair where I only received help from Merlin. It was a strange bond.

“I’m so happy today that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep… ah.”

Merlin giggled before toppling backward, her hands and feet trembling violently.

“Merlin?”
“I think I pushed myself too hard.”
“I figured as much.”

I furrowed my brow. Even with the helmet’s protection, creating a passage into another person’s Mental Realm was inherently taxing, so overexertion was inevitable.

‘Before this, she said she hadn’t slept for weeks while searching for me.’

When we first met at the Coastal Area as a Seagull, she had been in a state of constant sleep deprivation, performing the mad feat of imprinting her consciousness onto thousands of animals. Her mental and physical recovery was clearly incomplete.

I opened my spatial pouch and retrieved a single leaf of Sea Spirit Flower that I had obtained from the Coastal Dungeon long ago, offering it to Merlin.

“Eat this and rest for a while.”
“A transparent leaf?”

Merlin’s eyes widened as she gazed at the Sea Spirit Flower leaf.

“It’s a Sea Spirit Flower leaf.”
“Sea Spirit Flower? That legendary elixir?”
“Yes. It’s effective at restoring damage to both body and spirit, so it should help you right now.”

Though the Sea Spirit Flower leaf was a supreme-grade elixir, the help Merlin had given me far outweighed its value. I felt no hesitation whatsoever.

“I don’t need it. You take it first.”

Merlin shook her head as if the Sea Spirit Flower leaf held no interest for her.

“I’ve already consumed one, and I have more remaining.”

I showed her the remaining leaves and gestured for her to take them.

“Sigh…”

Merlin exhaled with excitement as she grasped the leaf with both hands.

“I’ll keep it as a family heirloom for life. No, I’ll found a nation and preserve it as a national treasure!”
“Just eat it…”

I furrowed my brow and shook my head.

“Okay. Got it.”

Merlin smiled softly and fingered the petals of the sea-spirit flower. A white shimmer emanated from her hand as the petals dissolved like melting snow. It seemed she’d sent them to where the original body was located.

“There’s something I wanted to ask.”
“Ask away!”
“You saw it too, but…”

I recounted the story Lunan had shared and asked about Siria Slion’s fate.

“I don’t know either.”

Merlin shrugged lightly.

“You don’t know?”
“Like I said before, Eden is divided into factions. We work together, but we’re not exactly on good terms. As you’ve seen, one side wears helmets and the other wears masks.”
“Ah…”

I nodded, recalling the Eden spirits I’d encountered so far.

“Sometimes an idiot wearing a helmet comes to our side, and sometimes a madman wearing a mask goes to theirs, but generally we stick to our own groups.”

Merlin shook her head, saying she hadn’t known about this situation either.

“Siria was one of the helmet spirits’ favorites. If they passed him a special artifact, it’s not impossible for him to survive with the helmet intact. The most important thing is that I have no interest in that guy, so I can’t know for sure.”

It seemed pointless to ask her about Siria.

“Then…”

I pushed thoughts of Siria aside and posed a question that had been nagging at me.

“So the leader of those wearing masks is Tacheon, and the one commanding those in helmets is the Heavenly Demon?”
“That’s right. Though the Heavenly Demon rarely shows himself.”
“I thought as much.”

I nodded slowly. As always, I was grateful for the intelligence Merlin could provide. There was nothing but gratitude for her efforts.

“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”

Merlin shook her head and trembled slightly at the shoulders.

“I think I really overdid it. I should get going now.”

She waved her trembling hand. Just as I was wondering what request might come next, the mole spoke up.

“This little one says he wants to eat a snake.”
“A snake? In winter?”
“Yeah. Snakes are a mole’s natural predator, so he’s always been on the receiving end. He wants to try eating one for once. Please?”

Merlin waved her hand energetically and vanished.

“A snake in this cold?”

I let out a hollow laugh and gazed outside. Snow had begun falling—as if the heavens had timed it perfectly.

“Squeak.”

The mole gestured impatiently, demanding I produce a snake at once.

“This is driving me insane….”

I sighed and headed outside. Deploying my aura at full strength as if preparing for battle, I located a hibernating snake within four hours, fed it to the mole, and returned to the Annex Building.

“I’m absolutely exhausted….”

After a quick bath, I stumbled into my room and my mind went blank. I collapsed onto the bed immediately.

‘I need some sleep.’

Both my body and mind felt utterly drained. I closed my eyes to draw upon the power of Sloth.

-You’ve suffered enough because of the Mad Woman. Now rest… wait, no!

Wrath nodded as if acknowledging Merlin, then suddenly stopped short.

-Didn’t you promise me today that you’d eat everything the True Demon King desires!
‘….’

Raon had already fallen asleep and couldn’t hear Wrath’s voice.

-You damned mutt! Wake up! Now that I think about it, you haven’t eaten a single meal today!

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The next day at noon.

The iron doors of the Patriarch’s Reception Hall opened with an oppressive sound.

Along the outer edges of the crimson carpet leading to the Platform stood the warriors of Zigheart.
The Sword Master, the Spear Master, and the Blade Master—executives who were present in the family or nearby stood before the pillars of the Audience Chamber, their faces pale as they clenched their fists.

There was only one reason the executives were so tense. The King of the Northern Region, seated upon the Jade Throne, was radiating an aura so parched it seemed to drain all blood from those around him.

“Hah….”

I pushed through the suffocating pressure and walked toward the center of the Audience Chamber alongside Lunan Slion.

“Begin.”

Before I could even greet him, Glen Zigheart commanded me to get to the point. I nodded and turned to look at Lunan Slion beside me.

“Right.”

Lunan stepped forward and laid bare everything that had happened to him.
From childhood, Sylvia’s brainwashing and torturous words, and then the kidnapping and the helmet—as the unbelievable tale unfolded, groans echoed through the silent Audience Chamber.

“…When I came to, Raon was fighting Eden’s spirits.”
“I’ll take it from when Lunan put on the helmet.”

Raon continued the story from when he discovered Sylvia after Lunan failed to arrive at the appointed time, caught her, entered Lunan’s Mental Realm, and faced Baphomet.
Of course, he omitted anything about Merlin, simply saying he had accidentally touched her Mental Realm.

“Eden. These bastards!”

Valdemar, the Jinmu Jeonju, couldn’t contain his rage and stomped his foot. Tremendous force lashed across the battlefield, shaking the entire Audience Chamber.

“….”

Denier too seemed consumed by fury, his usually graceful features now sharp and cold.

“Ha!”
“Those spirits have crossed the line.”
“Eden….”
“Those masked fools are begging for death.”

The unit commanders and division heads also clenched their teeth, their anger kindled by Zigheart’s humiliation.

“….”

Glen closed his eyes without uttering a word. He showed no outward anger, maintaining his original composure, yet that very calmness seemed to squeeze the heart all the more.

“Please, kill me!”

Rokan, who stood below the platform, dropped to his knees before Glen.

“It is all my fault!”

He struck his head against the floor with such force that bone seemed to crack.

“I was so proud of my son that I never doubted him.”

Rokan turned his gaze toward Lunan, biting his lip until blood flowed.

“Even though Lunan warned me, I chose to trust Sylvia and refused to listen to that child. It’s all my incompetence! Please, end my life!”

Blood streaming from his forehead stained the white floor.

“Honey, stop!”

Had Clara not forcibly restrained him, Rokan would have truly taken his own life.

“….”

Lunan remained motionless where he stood, torn between wanting to approach Rokan and looking up at Glen as he steadied his breathing.

“Head of the Slion Family.”

Glen slowly lifted his eyelids. At the sight of those crimson eyes—a mixture of coldness and emptiness—Rokan’s jaw trembled.

“From your youth, you’ve shown excessive loyalty to Zigheart. I wish to trust you, but since the one connected to Eden was Siria Slion, I cannot simply overlook this matter.”
“Of course.”

Rokan nodded, accepting his fate.

“Commander of the Hyunmu Division.”
“Yes.”

Denier stepped forward and bowed.

“Mobilize all personnel of the Hyunmu Division to conduct a thorough investigation into the Slion Family’s members, finances, and activities. There must still be someone maintaining connections with Eden.”
“I accept your command.”

He knelt, pledging to do his utmost.

“….”

No matter that the Slion Family were vassal houses of Zigheart, an investigation into every aspect of the family was a grave humiliation for them.
Yet Rokan said nothing, merely keeping his head bowed.

“As for the charges against the Head of the Slion Family, I shall determine them after the investigation concludes. Until then, you are to remain in custody.”
“Y-yes, I accept your command.”

Rokan bit his lip and lowered his head.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”

The moment Glen finished speaking, Karun, the head of the Central Intelligence Agency, gestured toward Raon.

“I have one question.”
“Please speak.”
“The moment you learned that Lunan Slion didn’t arrive at the promised time, you rushed to the Slion Family Estate. Isn’t that a bit strange? He could have been delayed for reasons beyond his control, yet you ran there with all your might. I don’t understand it.”

He narrowed his brows, his eyes gleaming with obvious suspicion.

“Team Leader Lunan is naturally punctual, and he always arrived more than an hour early for our ice cream meetings. I had some understanding of the relationship between Lunan and Sylvia, so….”
“Do you really think that makes sense?”

Karun clicked his tongue sharply.

“Why are you doing this? This was the right thing to do.”

Valdemar, the head of Jinmu Hall, tilted his head in confusion.

“No matter how I think about it, rushing to someone’s home just because they missed an appointment is strange. And breaking in without permission after hearing the butler’s words too. It’s as if you orchestrated the whole incident….”
“Karun.”

Glen’s cold gaze pierced down at Karun. Rather than addressing him by his title as head of the Central Intelligence Agency, he called Karun by name, his fingertips raised in an ominous gesture.

“Silence. I haven’t finished speaking.”
“…My apologies.”

Karun’s lips trembled as he stepped back.

“Raon Zigheart.”
“Yes.”

Raon bowed his head and stepped forward.

“You’ve done something truly great.”

Glen nodded broadly, as if to erase all of Karun’s suspicions.

“Those who achieve true greatness have always perceived and felt things differently from others. Had you dismissed Lunan Slion’s insight without consequence, the Slion Family would have fallen into Eden’s grasp, and they would have driven a blade through our backs in time to come.”

He continued in a solemn tone.

“You saved not only the Slion Family, but the Zigheart as well. It is no exaggeration to call it a great deed.”
“I… thank you.”

Raon bowed his head awkwardly. He had anticipated receiving praise, but never imagined it would be lavished upon him so generously.

“Hmm…”

Karun wanted to add something, but after the rebuke he had just received, he merely bit his lip.

“Come up here.”

As I lifted my gaze, Sheryl and Rimer before me waved their hands.

“What are you doing? Hurry up!”
“Go ask for a reward! A big one!”

I let out a hollow laugh at Rimer’s words and climbed onto the platform.

“To Raon Zigheart, who has slain the Evil Goat Demon and saved the Slion Family, I bestow a gold medal and a reward.”

Glen received a gold medal and a crimson-hued necklace from Roen as if he had prepared them beforehand, and presented them to me.

“Thank you.”

I bowed carefully, unable to have imagined receiving another gold medal just days after the last one.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As I descended from the platform after my bow, Glen rose to his feet. A majestic and imposing presence, like a mountain rising from the earth, swept through the Audience Chamber.

“Eden—or rather, Oma’s influence may have extended beyond the Vassal Houses into the very heart of the Zigheart. Therefore, I shall establish a special inspection division for a time.”

Glen raised his finger, pointing to Valdemar.

“I shall appoint Jinmu Jeonju as the head of the Inspection Division. Identify any disloyal elements within the family and root them out completely.”
“Leave it to me, sir!”

Valdemar seemed taken aback at being entrusted with such a weighty responsibility, but he quickly broke into a bright smile and bowed deeply.

“Ah….”

Raon’s eyes widened as he watched Valdemar clench his fists.

‘That brute is being put in charge of inspections?’

While Karun was unpredictable in his own way, I never imagined Valdemar—whose defining traits were simplicity, lack of refinement, and recklessness—would be entrusted with such a critical position.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a deep breath.

‘I’m going to have my hands full for a while.’

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“Head of House.”

Rimer approached the platform after all the executives had departed.

“Surely you don’t intend to entrust everything to Jinmu Jeonju? He seems like the type to smash things to pieces if he’s displeased….”

He shook his head as he looked at the floor where Jinmu Jeonju had stamped his foot and cracked it.

“You’re right. Valdemar isn’t the vessel for conducting inspections.”

Glen nodded and turned his gaze toward Roen.

“Roen. Move Graphite.”

Upon hearing the order to move Graphite, Roen’s benevolent eyes gleamed with a chill devoid of warmth.

“Once Valdemar starts his crude probing, the conspirators will surely expose their weaknesses. Find them all and bring them in.”
“I shall carry out your orders.”

Roen placed his hand over his chest and bowed his head. The composure that always enveloped him now took on the razor-sharp edge of a dagger.

“So Valdemar creates a disturbance in the open while Graphite investigates from the shadows. That works well. However….”

Rimer exhaled a worried sigh.

“The Jinmu Jeonju will openly provoke us, and that’s going to be quite troublesome.”

He clicked his tongue as if the mere thought was dreadful.

“Why worry about that?”

Sheryl tilted her chin as if questioning what he was saying.

“What?”
“The Gwangpung Corps has that person.”
“That person? Ah!”

Rimer clapped his hands and lifted his head.

“So we should actually be hoping Valdemar comes?”

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