The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 547

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Chapter 547

“Sigh…”

Karun exhaled in frustration as he left the Audience Chamber. As his brow furrowed deeply, his already piercing gaze turned glacial and sharp as ice.

“You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

Valdemar approached Karun’s side, curling his lips into a smirk.

“Do you really hate Raon that much?”
“Hate? Such trivial emotions are irrelevant.”

Karun moved his lips without turning his gaze toward Valdemar.

“Have you ever seen Father praise someone the way he did today?”
“Hmm…”

Valdemar stroked his chin in thought before shaking his head.

“No. He’s not stingy with praise, but he’s never been so blatantly complimentary before.”
“Exactly. Not just the children—none of us have ever received such praise. When I became the Head of House, he only said I had worked hard.”

Karun’s eyes lifted slightly as if recalling old memories.

“The Father from back then and the Father now are different. And anyone can see this was no ordinary feat. He crushed decades of plans that those Eden bastards had built up!”

Valdemar, true to his straightforward nature, waved his hand as if to say good deeds deserved praise.

“You’re fortunate to have such peace of mind. Do you remember what I said before?”
“Hmm…”

He tilted his head, seemingly unable to recall Karun’s words.

“I said Father seems intent on making Raon Zigheart his successor.”
“Ah!”
“Today confirmed it. Father intends to make Raon our rival.”

Karun spoke with conviction, unlike before.

“That brat just barely crossed into adulthood! How could he become our rival!”
“Age doesn’t matter. What matters is whether he can do it or not. Raon Zigheart has accumulated sufficient achievements and martial prowess.”
“But he’s still not a Master….”
“His hands have already crossed the Wall. It wouldn’t be strange if he ascended to Grand Master tomorrow.”

He turned his gaze to Valdemar for the first time and continued.

“If you keep sitting around so carelessly and stupidly, you’ll be the one caught. Just like your son was devoured by Raon.”

Karun narrowed his eyes as he brought up the story of Rayden, whom Raon had defeated during his trainee days.

“Are you comparing me to Rayden right now?”

Valdemar’s expression twisted savagely, as if recalling his crippled son.

“Besides, he’s not even part of the Main Lineage yet!”
“That’s only a matter of time. For now, you and I can suppress him with just our opposition, but if that bastard achieves the feat of defeating the Demon King next year, nothing will stop him no matter what we bring.”
“The Demon King….”
“By chance, you’ve been given considerable power this time. If you don’t want that colt to get the upper hand, it would be wise to check him in advance.”

Karun walked toward the Central Intelligence Agency without looking back, his final words hanging in the air.

“Haa….”

Valdemar exhaled an irritated sigh, his hand resting on his waist.

“He’s always been like that, acting so superior.”

As Valdemar glared after Karun, Denier quietly approached from behind.

“He’s been that way since childhood. Why are you making a fuss about it now?”

Denier stood to Valdemar’s right and smiled.

“Did he hear you? I thought I pulled off a perfect act.”

Valdemar frowned at Denier.

“I was curious what you were saying, so I eavesdropped a bit. You probably already knew that, brother.”

Denier waved his hand toward the departing Karun.

“I don’t think you need to worry about it too much.”
“What?”
“I think Father simply praised Raon more than usual because he performed remarkably well.”

Denier leaned his back against the wall and crossed his arms.

“You’ve always been overly concerned with trivial matters, brother. It would be different if it were our sister, but it makes no sense for our nephew Raon to become the successor.”
“Hmm….”
“Of course, there’s no one without flaws, but it’s not right to scrutinize that boy, is it?”

He left, saying that Valdemar could search through the Hyunmu Division as much as he wanted instead.

“Flaws….”

Valdemar watched Denier’s retreating back and smacked his lips. Denier’s calm words stirred more concern about Raon than Karun’s warning had.

“Perhaps I should probe a little.”

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Raon headed to a small conference room inside the Patriarch’s Hall at Rokan Slion’s request.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”

The moment I opened the door to the conference room, Rokan Slion bowed at a perfect right angle.

“Thank you. All I can say is thank you and my gratitude.”
“Head of House?”

I blinked rapidly and grasped Rokan Slion’s shoulders.
I had expected to hear words of gratitude, but I hadn’t anticipated such an excessive bow—the kind he reserved for Glen.

“Thank you for saving Lunan.”

Rokan Slion spoke with his waist and head bowed.

“I don’t care if I die. In fact, I deserved to. But I wanted to save that child no matter what, and you made that possible. I’m truly grateful.”

His shoulders trembled with relief that Lunan had survived safely—more precious to him than his own life or his wife’s.

“I feel the same way.”

Clara approached Rokan Slion’s side and bowed her head.

“Thank you for saving our daughter.”
“She is your daughter, but she is also my subordinate. There’s no need for such formalities.”

I shook my head as I looked at Rokan Slion and Clara.

“As expected….”

Rokan Slion lifted his gaze and nodded.

“Lunan told me you would say something like that, and she was right.”

He let out a hollow laugh and struck his own cheek.

“I don’t know what I’ve been looking at all this time. I was truly blind.”

Rokan Slion bit his lip, then as if reaching a decision, dropped to one knee.

“Head of House?”
“From this day forward, I shall regard the Commander of the Gale Wind Squad as the benefactor of the Slion Family. Whatever request you make, I will follow with everything the family possesses.”

He placed his hand over his heart, making the oath that Zigheart knights performed.

I watched Rokan Slion’s sunken eyes tremble.

‘Is he sincere?’

To follow whatever request was made meant he would obey my commands as if the Slion Family had become a vassal house of Zigheart. It was not something a Head of House could say lightly.

“Head of House, I hesitate to speak, but please think this through carefully….”
“As of yesterday, Clara, Lunan, and I are no different from those newly born. Since you’ve given us this life, it’s only natural that we do this.”

Rokan Slion shook his head, insisting he wanted to do even more.

“This isn’t just our decision alone. All of the remaining Slion Family have thought this through together. Please don’t burden yourself with guilt.”

Clara didn’t try to stop him; instead, she grasped Rokan Slion’s arm and smiled.

-Ugh! This is tedious! Just give me some delicious food instead!

Wrath ground his teeth in irritation, complaining about his hunger.

“I understand.”

I bowed my head respectfully to Rokan Slion and Clara.

“I will cherish and honor the will of the Head of House—no, the will of the Slion Family.”

Excessive refusal would have been discourteous, so I accepted their gratitude.

“Thank you.”
“Thank you.”

Only then did Rokan Slion and Clara lift their heads.
Both of them seemed drained, collapsing heavily into the chairs behind them.
Their faces looked as though they’d aged ten years, perhaps from having to voice such painful matters aloud.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

Sensing they needed time alone, I quietly closed the door and stepped outside.
As I turned to head back to the Annex Building, I locked eyes with someone leaning against the wall.

“Lunan?”

Lunan Slion pushed off from the wall and stepped forward.

“What you said in there….”
“Father already told me, so I already knew.”

She nodded as if she already knew everything.

“Hmm….”

I scratched my cheek awkwardly and lifted my gaze.

“Is everything alright with the Family? Do you need help?”

Since only a day had passed since the incident, both Lunan Slion and her parents must be struggling. If I could, I wanted to help.

“It’s fine.”

Lunan Slion shook her head calmly.

“You’ve already done everything you could for me.”

Her eyes remained clear, but their quality had changed from before.
She understood precisely that this was something she herself had to do.

“I see….”

I smiled faintly and pulled a gray box from my spatial pouch. It was ice cream that Wrath had forced me to buy this morning with his tantrum.

“This is….”
“You still have that team gathering to look forward to anyway. Make do with this for now.”
“Okay.”

Lunan Slion answered with newfound energy and nodded.

“Then.”

I patted Lunan Slion’s shoulder and left the Patriarch’s Hall.

-Keuuu….

Wrath turned back to look at Lunan Slion, rubbing his reddened nose.

-You’ve grown. Ice cream girl!
‘I thought Wrath was upset about wasting the ice cream, but that wasn’t it.’

I chuckled as I watched Wrath sniffling.

-How dare you look down on the True Demon King! Do you really think I would complain about food in a situation like this!

He shook his head, telling me not to laugh.

‘You’re right. I apologize. That was thoughtless of me.
-But that wasn’t mint chocolate, was it? If it was, that would be a real waste….
‘….’

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A week later.

“Sigh….”

Burren Zigheart exhaled heavily as he placed crumpled documents on the desk.

“Does this even matter? He’s going to find fault no matter what we do.”

He furrowed his brow, certain that Valdemar, now a special inspector, would deliberately nitpick everything.

“We still have to try.”

I reviewed the documents Burren had brought and shook my head.

“Forced complaints are merely annoying, but if he finds actual problems to complain about, things will become far more troublesome.”
“That man will cling to even fabricated issues until the very end.”

Burren tapped the desk, questioning whether I didn’t know Valdemar’s personality.

“I do know. I know him very well.”

Valdemar now wielded absolute authority as a special inspector, and he was literally wreaking havoc throughout the entire family.
The slightest dissatisfaction would have him harassing people all day long, and military organizations like the Corps and Units, along with intelligence groups like the Bi-Yeon Society, were all suffering daily complaints.

‘Being ignorant is bad enough, but being diligent on top of it makes it even worse.’

Valdemar was the worst type of superior—stupid yet hardworking—which meant Zigheart was currently on high alert regarding him.

“Besides, Jinmu Jeonju hates you anyway.”
“I suppose so. I did turn his son into a cripple.”

Raon signed the document and set down his pen.
Valdemar had been keeping his mouth shut at the Patriarch’s Hall lately, and occasionally even sided with him, but that was simply due to his simple nature.
He would never forget the resentment of having his son destroyed.

“But if you think about it, Rayden started the confrontation first anyway.”

Burren furrowed his brow, finding it absurd.

“Those trivial matters don’t matter to him.”
“You’re right about that.”
“Just work. Martha and Lunan aren’t here, so you and I have to handle everything ourselves.”

Raon exhaled heavily as he looked at the documents piled on his desk.

-Hmm?

Wrath tilted his head as he looked down at the cluttered desk.

-You weren’t home for a while, and you took a vacation as soon as you returned.
‘That’s true.’
-So why are there so many documents piled up?
‘Because the master of this place doesn’t do his work.’

Raon twisted his mouth as he pointed to the nameplate of the Gwangpung Corps Commander on the desk.

-As expected, that bastard….

Wrath shook his head in genuine admiration.

“Damn! This infuriating human!”

Burren also slammed the desk, his anger rising toward Rimer.

“You’re saying it outright, so it makes me even angrier!”

As he ground his teeth, recalling Rimer’s declaration yesterday that he would flee, the door opened and Dorian entered.

“C-crisis! That man. No, the Special Inspector is heading this way!”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he stood with a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

“Already?”

I widened my eyes. The sun had barely risen, yet I hadn’t expected him to arrive so soon. Whatever else might be questionable, his diligence was genuine.

“What do we do! I haven’t finished organizing yet!”
“Just shove it in and get out.”

I dusted off my hands and stepped out of the office.

“Isn’t he coming a bit too fast?”
“They say the Iron Corps got absolutely demolished yesterday.”
“The Iron Corps? There are plenty of Main Lineage members there.”
“We’re going to get hit even worse than that….”

The Gwangpung Corps inspectors sighed deeply, worried about what was to come.

“….”

Only Mark Goeten stood with a composed expression.

Crash!

When I took position in front of the Gwangpung Corps, the Training Ground’s door burst open with heavy, aggressive footsteps.

Behind the creaking door, Valdemar’s figure came into view.
He wore a freshly tailored blood-red uniform, but the size was too small—his shoulders and legs looked ready to burst through the seams.
The armband on his left arm gleamed with golden lettering reading “Special Inspector.” He looked like a child desperate to flaunt his new status.

“Ahem!”

Valdemar approached the Gwangpung Corps with heavy, deliberate steps and lifted his chin.
With such a large frame and his head held high, he resembled an ogre.

I clicked my tongue softly and stepped forward, bowing my head to Valdemar.

“Special Inspector, it is an honor to meet you.”

I deliberately emphasized the words “Special Inspector,” and Valdemar’s lips curled upward in a long smile.
The expression of someone who believed they had won. He was simpler than I had anticipated. If I played this right, we might get through this without incident.

“Where is the Commander of the Gwangpung Corps?”

Valdemar’s bear-like gaze swept across the group, searching for Rimer.

“He is currently engaged in personal training.”

I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I didn’t know where he was, so I said he was conducting individual practice.

“Personal training?”

Valdemar’s eyes narrowed to slits.

“All the members are here, yet the Commander trains alone? And the Commander at that?”
“From dawn until morning, this is personal maintenance time, so there is no issue with—”
“Regardless of personal maintenance, the Commander must keep his eyes on his members!”

He raised his voice as though he had caught me red-handed.

“Hmm!”

An elderly man with a goat beard, apparently from the Inspection Department, began writing something in the ledger he held. It was clear he was deducting points.

“A Commander who abandons his members and acts alone—most suspicious indeed.”
“During the day, the Commander trains with us as well. Other units don’t even have dawn training—”
“What does that matter! The problem is that the Commander is absent right now!”

Valdemar began finding fault from the very start, as though he had decided to do so beforehand.

“The dawn training is merely a light warm-up, so there shouldn’t be any major issues without a Captain.”
“That’s irrelevant! The problem is that it doesn’t meet the standards I’ve set!”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if he had no interest in arguing further, and examined the sand of the Training Ground.

“Hmm? Why is there so much gravel in the sand? Isn’t this place being maintained properly?”
“The soil laid here is premium sand brought from the Southern Region. There shouldn’t be any gravel in it….”
“And yet it’s right here!”

Valdemar furrowed his brow, pointing at a small stone fragment barely distinguishable from the sand grains.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply as I watched Valdemar roar like he was spewing fire.

‘Just as expected.’

Burren was right—Valdemar was nitpicking from the very beginning. It seemed he intended to repay all the humiliation he’d suffered properly.

“I don’t understand how you can neglect the maintenance of the Training Ground when swordsmen could get injured! Is the Captain or the members of the Gwangpung Corps distracted by something strange?”

Valdemar swept his gaze across the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen one by one, his brow still furrowed.

“Ugh….”

The swordsmen trembled under Valdemar’s intensity and retreated backward.

“You!”

Valdemar approached Dorian, who was trembling particularly noticeably, and glared at him.

“Why are you trembling? You’re breaking out in cold sweat to an unusual degree, and we haven’t even started yet.”
“No, I just naturally sw-sweat a lot….”

Dorian swallowed hard and answered.

“A guilty conscience always betrays itself. I should interrogate this fellow….”
“Special Inspector.”

Raon stepped forward to block Dorian’s path and shook his head.

“He sustained injuries while protecting the Head of House and his wife during the recent attack on the Slion Family Estate. He was merely perspiring because his wounds haven’t fully healed yet.”
“I, I see?”

Valdemar, apparently impressed by the matter, scratched the bridge of his nose while looking at Dorian, then lifted his chin.

“Regardless, I can’t overlook something suspicious! Add him to the special interrogation list!”

He shook his head, insisting there were no exceptions.

‘This won’t be easy.’

I furrowed my brow. Since the other party held the upper hand, he was pushing through with brute force while ignoring logic—making him difficult to handle.
He was truly simple, crude, and utterly unreasonable.

‘Now I understand how Heekyuk Je must feel.’

Her patience in enduring my antics from start to finish seemed almost miraculous.

“Hmph!”

Valdemar passed by Dorian and approached the combat dummies positioned around the outer edge of the Training Ground.

“Why are these equipment pieces so filthy? They’re covered in dust from lack of maintenance!”

He touched the dummies with his sand-covered hands, which he’d gotten while examining the ground earlier, complaining loudly about the dust.

“Treating this sacred Training Ground so roughly! Someone’s clearly distracted elsewhere! Who’s responsible for this place? What kind of fool handles the Training Ground like this!”

Valdemar hurled the dummies aside and stomped about violently.

‘There’s nothing I can do about this.’

As I clicked my tongue and moved toward Valdemar, an elderly man with a build as massive as a mountain suddenly rushed forward from behind and struck the back of Valdemar’s head.

Crack!

Valdemar, having never anticipated anyone would strike the back of his head, took the blow squarely. A sound like a watermelon bursting echoed across the Training Ground.

“What, what?!”
“He hit me from behind….”
“What in the world….”

A heavy silence descended over the Training Ground. Not only the Gwangpung Corps, but the Inspector Corps members also stood with their mouths agape.

“D-Dogyae?”

I blinked as I realized it was Dogyae who had struck Valdemar from behind. I couldn’t fathom why he would suddenly do such a thing.

“You bastard!”

When Valdemar spun around, erupting with a murderous aura, Dogyae furrowed his brow at the man before him.

“It’s me, you bastard.”
“I-Instructor. No, Harrian!”

Everyone expected Valdemar to explode, but upon seeing Dogyae, his pupils trembled in bewilderment.

“How did you get here….”
“You told me to come out as the person in charge. What do you have to say?”

Dogyae gestured with his hand as if to say go ahead and speak.

“Um….”

Valdemar stepped back. He visibly looked uncomfortable around Dogyae, and barely managed to open his mouth.

“I-I am currently a Special Inspector. Please treat me with the respect befitting that position.”
“Ah, I see. So you’re an Inspector. Then I suppose I should explain myself properly.”

Dogyae nodded as if to apologize, then struck Valdemar’s forehead again.

“That’s the answer, you bastard.”

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