The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 548

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Chapter 548

“Hah….”

I stared at Valdemar, who was rubbing his reddened forehead, my mouth falling open.

‘What on earth is happening?’

Valdemar, who would be second to none in the Zigheart for his foul temperament, was now cowering before Dogyae like a mouse before a cat, unable to move an inch.
It was a sight I could never have imagined, and my mind couldn’t process it.

“H-he hit a Special Inspector….”
“But why is the Jinmu Jeonju just standing there?”
“I-is this a dream?”

Both the Gwangpung Corps and the Inspection Department staff were bewildered, unable to tear their eyes away from Dogyae and Valdemar.

I observed Valdemar growing more flustered after being struck, recalling what he had said moments before.

‘Instructor….’

Seeing Valdemar address Dogyae as “instructor” suggested he had once been his student.

‘Since Dogyae possesses both power and status befitting the Elder Council, it’s entirely plausible.’

Dogyae had left the Elder Council of his own volition without facing any sanctions.
His accumulated achievements, martial prowess, and status were all at the highest levels, so it was hardly surprising that he had taught young Valdemar.

“W-what do you mean! I’m being respectful at the beginning, but the rest is the same insult!”

Valdemar stepped back, unwilling to be struck again, lowering his gaze.

“Special Inspector, you are quite demanding. I did exactly as you asked, so why the fuss?”

Dogyae advanced as Valdemar retreated and flicked him on the forehead.

Smack!

With a sound like a walnut cracking, Valdemar’s forehead flushed an even deeper crimson.

“Ugh….”

The blow had clearly struck him hard; Valdemar trembled and shook his hand with a groan.

“See? Your front was respectful again, but curses spilled out from the back of your mouth!”
“Special Inspector. Your head’s gotten even harder. My fingers hurt more now.”

Dogyae blew air across the fingers that had delivered the flick, his brow furrowed. He ignored whatever Valdemar said.

“This time I spoke respectfully from both the front and back. Are you satisfied?”
“P-please stop!”

Valdemar could only raise his voice; he was helpless against Dogyae and merely rolled his eyes.

“Tch!”

As I watched Valdemar, whose height seemed to shrink by half, I let out a hollow laugh. Then a refreshing exclamation came from behind me.
I turned to see Rimer had arrived and was gulping down beer.

“Lord Rimer?”
“Entertaining, isn’t it?”

Rimer waved his beer glass while looking between Valdemar and Dogyae in turn.

“Those two have a master-student relationship. Valdemar spent quite a long time under that old man.”
“I understand that, but it’s surprising that the Jinmu Jeonju struggles so much more than expected.”
“He learned by getting beaten since childhood—even younger than when you lot came to me.”
“Ah….”

That made sense. People who were frightened in childhood remained uncomfortable and fearful even as adults.

“Of course, you don’t develop that kind of relationship just from getting hit. That old man was near retirement when he taught Valdemar with genuine care. He saved his life a few times, I’d wager.”
“Yet I’ve never seen them together despite that kind of bond….”
“He rose to become Jeonju—would he want his subordinates to see him like that? Of course Valdemar slips away whenever he can.”
“True, Dogyae doesn’t participate in meetings either.”

Dogyae was an eccentric who left the Elder Council to run a Gambling House and a Tavern.
If Valdemar hadn’t sought him out, the two would never have met.

“Seeing him like that really lifts my spirits.”

Rimer laughed at the entertaining scene he hadn’t witnessed in ages and extended his hand toward Dorian.

“Hm?”

Dorian tilted his head as he looked at Rimer’s outstretched hand.

“Give me some sweets.”
“I don’t always carry sweets with me….”

Dorian grumbled but pulled out a corn-based sweet from his waist pouch.

-What are you doing! You eat some too!

Wrath tapped my shoulder eagerly, wanting the corn sweet.
He’d been sprawled out sleeping just moments ago, yet the moment sweets appeared, he sprang to life—I genuinely couldn’t fathom why this creature was called the Lord of Wrath.

“Um, Jeonju.”
“You must regain your composure!”
“Aren’t you currently performing your duties as an Inspector?”
“You must temporarily set aside your master-disciple relationship!”

The warriors of the Inspection Department persuaded Valdemar to exercise his authority as Special Inspector.

“Ahem! As I’ve said, I am a Special Inspector! No matter who you are, even if you’re Harrian, this will cause problems for you!”

Valdemar, emboldened by his subordinates’ support, furrowed his brow and met Dogyae’s gaze.

“Good grief, now he’s even raising his voice. My ears are about to burst!”

Dogyae pretended not to hear Valdemar’s words and covered his ears.

“Harrian!”
“This is why people say raising children is pointless. I went through hell saving you when you nearly died, and now you’re raising your voice and acting out. It’s absurd.”
“That, well….”

Valdemar glanced at his subordinates behind him and pressed a finger to his lips, as if pleading for them to stay silent. It seemed he harbored some secret.

“Enough of this. Special Inspector? Say what you came to say. What exactly do you want from me?”

Dogyae spread his arms wide and lifted his chin, inviting Valdemar to speak his mind.

“Ugh….”

Valdemar curled up like a worm and bit his lip.

‘Why in the world is this man here!’

He had naturally known that Dogyae had joined the Gwangpung Corps.
But since Dogyae showed little interest in the corps and only appeared occasionally, Valdemar had deliberately come at an early hour.

His plan was to demolish the 5th Training Ground at dawn, then cause a disturbance at the Annex Building around noon—but from the very first step, everything had gone terribly wrong.
His plan had not merely fallen apart; it had been completely shattered.

‘Damn it….’

While his history with Dogyae certainly made things uncomfortable and difficult, that was not the only reason he couldn’t act forcefully now.

Harrian Dogyae had accumulated considerable accomplishments, having left the Elder Council through his own strength without any external aid, and he possessed both formidable power and extensive connections.

Since he still maintained relations with the Council members, touching Dogyae carelessly here would set the Elder Council in motion. That was something Valdemar absolutely had to prevent.

“I… I apologize….”

Valdemar finally averted his gaze from Dogyae and lowered his head.

“Ahem!”

Dogyae cleared his throat and nodded in acknowledgment.

“If the Special Inspector says so, I have nothing more to say. Continue with what you were doing.”

He waved his hand dismissively and stepped back, as if telling Valdemar to proceed on his own.

“Phew….”

Valdemar exhaled heavily, his gaze shifting as he collected himself.

‘I cannot retreat like this.’

He had been humiliated beyond redemption, and he needed to find some way—any way—to crush Raon Zigheart.

‘Someone else must be managing the interior.’

Valdemar quickly organized his thoughts and entered the Indoor Training Hall.

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I watched Valdemar disappear into the Indoor Training Hall and licked my lips.

‘So he’s planning to provoke me from inside.’

It was clear that he and the Inspectors intended to find fault in the interior training hall, which seemed unrelated to Dogyae.

‘This could be useful.’

I organized my thoughts and approached Dogyae.

“Chief Steward, would it be alright if I borrowed your name for today?”
“Do as you wish.”

Unlike his response to Valdemar, Dogyae nodded readily.

“Thank you.”

After thanking Dogyae, I systematically broke the joints of every combat dummy Valdemar had touched, then tore up the center of the training ground, ravaging the earth itself.

“W-wait, Unit Leader! What are you doing?!”

Dorian dropped the pastry he’d been eating, his eyes widening in shock.

“That’s why. Why are you destroying the Training Ground!”

Burren Zigheart approached as if to stop me, grabbing my arm.

“Don’t worry and just wait. I’ll replace everything for you.”

I waved my hand at the bewildered Gwangpung Corps and destroyed the equipment that Valdemar had touched.

“Is that guy ordinary? Just let him do as he pleases.”

Rimer grinned as he gulped down his beer, clearly anticipating what was to come.

“Why is it so filthy!”
“It’s full of dust!”
“Training in a place like this—we’ll catch diseases!”

Valdemar and the Inspection Corps found fault with the Indoor Training Hall, their voices shaking the Training Ground itself.

I entered the Indoor Training Hall with unhurried steps.

“The training equipment is rusted, and metal shavings haven’t been cleaned!”

Valdemar pointed to the rust embedded in the edges of the dumbbells and barbells, his brow furrowed.
He was deliberately finding fault with microscopic rust lodged in corners beyond reach.

“Don’t you know that if rust touches a wound during training, it could cause tetanus!”

He came at me aggressively, certain that Dogyae managed the outer training grounds while someone else managed the interior.

“That’s not all. The entire training ground is full of dust! You haven’t cleaned properly, equipment maintenance is sloppy—where exactly have your minds gone!”

He scraped dust from the window frame’s edge with his white gloves, grinding his teeth.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad! If you have a mouth, speak!”
“Understood.”

I nodded and shouted toward the outside.

“Chief Steward!”

The moment I called out that title, Dogyae entered the Indoor Training Hall.

“Ah, no, why are you suddenly calling that person….”
“Didn’t you say that if I have a mouth, I should speak? The Chief Steward manages this place as well.”

I grinned and pushed Dogyae forward.

“I’ve been put in charge. You bastard.”

Dogyae approached Valdemar with a snap of his fingers.

“Ah, no, I was just worried the inspectors might be in danger….”

Valdemar avoided Dogyae’s gaze and hid his gloved hand, which had a bit of dust clinging to it, behind his back.

“If they’d be in danger from this much dust, they’d all be dead already! These are people who survived the hands of the Flame Demon Army—do you really think dust and rust would endanger them? If you’re going to nitpick, at least do it properly!”

Dogyae frowned, still viewing Valdemar not as an inspector but as his own student.

“Still, it’s better to have nothing than something….”
“Then should I go check the Jinmu Hall? What will you do if I find dust behind the window frames?”
“Ugh….”

Valdemar had nothing to say and lowered his head, turning his gaze toward me.

“W-where’s the office? Not the Chief Steward’s—the Head of House’s office!”
“This way.”

I pointed to Rimer’s office on the right side of the Indoor Training Hall.

“Let’s go!”

Valdemar and the inspectors rushed to the office, clinging to their last hope.

Crunch!

I crushed the metal parts of the barbells and dumbbells that Valdemar had touched, then followed after them. Since I’d cleaned early in the morning, the garbage that Rimer usually kept around wasn’t visible, but unlike other places, this office was full of dust and completely disorganized. Honestly, there was nothing I could say about this.
She came out at dawn to clean, so she couldn’t see the garbage that Rimer constantly surrounded himself with, but unlike other places, it was full of dust and the organization was a complete mess. Honestly, there was nothing to say about this place.

“Filthy! I can’t even tell when this place was last cleaned. When guests arrive, they typically visit the Head of House’s office first, making this space the face of the entire household. Are your faces garbage?”

Valdemar raised his voice even higher, convinced that the Head of House’s office had nothing whatsoever to do with Dogyae.

“And why are there so many documents piled up like this? Worse, they’re all unsigned! What have you been doing all this time?”

He slammed his hand on the desk roughly, demanding to know where Rimer was and what he was doing.

“There are no overdue documents yet. We can process everything today.”
“This matter is far too suspicious to overlook. I’m summoning all Gwangpung Corps officers to the Inspection Department for a proper investigation.”
“I’ll call the person in charge.”

Raon nodded calmly and turned his gaze toward the door.

“The person in charge? Wait, hold on!”
“Chief Steward!”

Valdemar shouted to stop what he was about to say.

“What is it?”

Dogyae entered the office with an even more refreshed stride than before.

“The person in charge has been called again.”
“W-wait, does Harrian manage this place as well?”
“Since the Head of House is useless like someone else, I’m overseeing this area too.”

In reality, Dogyae rarely came here, but he was playing along with the story.

“If you have something to say to me, spit it out. Special Inspector.”

Dogyae tilted his chin toward Valdemar, his posture confidently upright.

“U-uh…”

Valdemar’s gaze snapped away like a rabbit spotting a lion, and he swallowed hard.

“N-nothing in particular to say.”
“Then why do you keep ordering people around! You bastard!”

Dogyae frowned and flicked Valdemar’s forehead again.
With a sharp crack, Valdemar’s head snapped backward.

“B-but I didn’t call for you….”

Valdemar rubbed his struck forehead with his fingers and shook his head.

“Quiet! If you’ve nothing to say, get out!”

He waved his hand dismissively, saying the Gwangpung Corps needed to train.

“Sigh….”

Valdemar left Rimer’s office thoroughly humiliated. As he was about to exit the Indoor Training Hall, Raon gestured to him.

“One moment, please.”

Raon pointed to a dumbbell and barbell with one side of the weight damaged.

“The dumbbell and barbell are broken. What will you do about it?”
“Broken? What are you talking about?”
“After the Inspector touched them earlier, the metal cracked. You damaged something perfectly fine, so you must compensate for it.”
“Nonsense! I only picked it up! I didn’t break anything!”
“Chief Steward!”

Raon called for Dogyae immediately, as if further conversation was pointless.

“Ahhh! Fine! Fine! How much!”

Raon held up one finger.

“Ten gold coins.”
“T-ten gold coins? What nonsense! How could a mere weight be worth ten gold coins!”
“In fact, this dumbbell is no ordinary weight. It’s called an anion dumbbell—it contains a precision artifact inside that adjusts weight and emits negative ions. It provides comfort and ease to the user, and grants the willpower to endure arduous training….”
“Grrr!”

Valdemar ground his teeth and glanced to the side.
The Inspector who had been radiating arrogance mere moments before now pulled gold coins from his pocket with trembling hands, clearly pained by the expense.

“Thank you. I’ll make good use of it.”
“Let’s go!”

Valdemar rushed outside as if he couldn’t bear to spend another second in this place.
As he was about to leave the Training Ground with the inspectors, I called out to Valdemar again.

“Inspector!”
“What now!”
“What will you do about leaving these destroyed like this?”

This time, I sighed while gesturing toward the broken combat dummies.

“I really didn’t do it! I didn’t touch them!”
“The only one who touched those dummies was you, Special Inspector.”
“You broke them and are trying to pin it on me! Do you really think you’ll get away with this….”
“Chief Steward!”

At my cry, Dogyae appeared like a ghost.

“Aaaaagh!”

Valdemar shrieked while clutching his head.

“Stop coming out already!”
“Now you won’t even let me set foot on my own land. I’m going straight to the Head of House….”

Dogyae brushed off his hands with a narrowed gaze.

“Instructor, whose side are you really on! This is too much!”

Valdemar grimaced, struggling to contain himself.

“If you’d come to see me carrying some cheap liquor, I would’ve naturally been on your side.”
“Ugh….”
“This fellow brings back the finest wine from every region he visits. Whose side do you think I’d take?”

Dogyae patted my shoulder and smiled for the first time.

“Hmm….”

Valdemar listened to Dogyae’s explanation, quietly observing me before nodding in acknowledgment.

“Hmm, I understand. How much is it?”
“Twenty gold coins, sir.”
“What…?”

The moment Valdemar heard the sum, his eyes widened in shock.

“Twenty gold coins for some combat dummy…?”
“This is actually no ordinary combat dummy. It’s a negative ion combat dummy that emits negative ions, and it contains an automated artifact that remembers the opponent’s combat patterns, so….”
“Yes, yes, I get it! I get it!”

He shook his head vigorously, then counted out twenty gold coins one by one and handed them over.

I accepted the coins from Valdemar and passed them to Dorian, then immediately pointed to the damaged Training Ground.

“You also destroyed that Training Ground over there….”
“This is driving me insane! When did I ever—”
“When you mentioned there were pebbles in the sand earlier, you didn’t stop your footwork. The Inspector’s strength was so overwhelming that it collapsed later.”
“You little….”
“Chief Steward?”
“Stop! I get it! I understand!”

The moment I called out to Dogyae, Valdemar quickly waved his hand.

“Wait a moment! Don’t tell me that’s also negative ions?”
“You’re quite knowledgeable. This negative ion sand is premium material brought from the Southern Region, also known as the Gold of the South Sea.”
“Negative ions. Negative ions! Neeeegative iooooons!”

Valdemar cried out in exasperation, demanding to know what negative ions even were.

“Beyond the price, it’s simply so difficult to obtain….”
“Shut up and just tell me the cost!”
“Thirty gold coins, sir.”
“Ugh….”

Unlike when he’d shouted for the price, hearing the amount made him exhale heavily. Still, with Dogyae watching, he paid the full sum without complaint.
Dogyae was watching, so at least I paid the proper price.

“Ugh….”
“This… this is insane….”
“Can that even be done?”

The Gwangpung Corps, who had witnessed Raon personally destroying the equipment, gaped in astonishment as Valdemar transformed before their eyes.

“Is it all over now?”

Valdemar lifted his gaze with a face that had aged twenty years.

“Yes. I was impressed by the Special Inspector’s wise and incorruptible inspection.”

Raon smiled brightly and waved his hand, beckoning him to come again.

“Let’s see how far that smile of yours reaches.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m thinking of heading to the Annex Building now.”

Valdemar’s eyes grew cold as he bit his lip.

“Why so shocked? The Annex Building is the farthest from the Main Mansion. It’s the perfect location for underhanded dealings. This time, I’ll search so thoroughly that not a single ant can slip away. You’d better prepare yourself.”
“…That’s true, sir.”

Raon nodded without wiping the smile from his face.

“You’re smiling? There, nothing you do will matter. If there’s even the slightest irregularity, I’ll summon everyone and….”
“Chief Steward! Let’s go!”

Raon ignored Valdemar’s words and called out to Dogyae.

“No, that’s an overreach!”

Valdemar twisted his mouth and waved his hand at Dogyae.

“I understand if it’s here, but Harrian getting involved in the Annex Building exceeds your authority….”
“That’s not true.”

Raon approached Valdemar with a cold smile.

“The Inspector is under a misunderstanding. Our Chief Steward’s affiliation is with the Annex Building, not the Gwangpung Corps or the 5th Training Ground.”
“Huh…?”

Valdemar stared blankly at Dogyae, his eyes blinking slowly.

“That’s correct. My current affiliation is with the Annex Building.”

Dogyae let out a scoff as he regarded his former student.

“Let’s go quickly.”

I grabbed Valdemar’s sleeve and shook it.

“Our Annex Building is quite old, so there’s quite a bit that needs replacing.”
“No, wait!”

Valdemar flailed his arm wildly, breaking free from my grip.

“I won’t go! I’m not going! Stop it!”
“No, you must go! We need to investigate whether the Annex Building is doing anything suspicious, don’t we?”
“That’s right. If we’ve started the job, we need to finish it properly.”

Dogyae moved to the right, blocking Valdemar’s escape route.

“Hehehehe.”
“Kehehehe.”

Dogyae and I exchanged sinister laughter, trapping the terrified Valdemar between us.

-Sigh….

Wrath’s lips trembled as he looked back and forth between Dogyae and me.

-Are these things really human?

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