The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 550

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Chapter 550

I not only extorted gold coins from the Inspector Corps but also put them to work repairing the damaged Garden before finally releasing them.

The inspectors fled without so much as a backward glance, their faces as pale as if they’d encountered ghosts. They bore the same expression as Valdemar—they would never set foot in the Annex Building again.

“Raon.”

Sylvia watched the inspectors scatter like their tails were on fire before approaching my side.

“What on earth is going on here?”

She shook her head, still unable to comprehend the situation.

“Apparently, the Chief Steward and Jinmu Jeonju were master and disciple. Thanks to that, I managed to avoid the inspection.”

I gestured toward Dogyae with a slight smile.

“Ah!”

Sylvia’s eyes widened as understanding dawned. Now she remembered the connection between Dogyae and Valdemar.

“Master and disciple? That fool hasn’t visited me once since becoming Jinmu Jeonju. What kind of disciple is that!”

Dogyae furrowed his brow, unsatisfied despite tormenting Valdemar all day long.

“Yet you gave him sincere advice.”
“I simply didn’t want to see a man who once served under me be disrespected by others.”
“I see.”

I silently laughed as I watched Dogyae turn his head away abruptly.

‘A man of considerable depth.’

From all my interactions with him, Dogyae is someone with a tender heart. Today as well, he offered Valdemar counsel to walk the righteous path—a better path.

If Valdemar possessed wisdom, he would use Dogyae’s guidance as a stepping stone to excellently complete his duties as Special Inspector. But somehow, I doubted I would witness such a sight.

“Raon.”

Sylvia gripped my shoulder firmly, her eyes narrowing.

“I understand everything else, but why did you destroy the house?”
“What do you mean? Jinmu Jeonju smashed it all to pieces.”

I shrugged with an impassive expression.

“Now you’re trying to deceive me too?”

Sylvia lifted her chin as if daring me to try.

“Do you think your mother wouldn’t recognize that cunning face of yours?”

She chuckled softly, lifting the corners of my mouth with her fingers.

“Ugh….”

I stepped back, wrinkling the bridge of my nose.

-That’s our mother for you!

Wrath’s eyes sparkled with delight at being proven right.

-This is your chance to beat that slippery weasel!

He cheered for Sylvia, shaking his fists.

‘She’s not your mother, I’m telling you….’

I shook my head at Wrath and extended my hand toward Dorian.

“Dorian.”
“Yes, sir!”

Dorian immediately understood the gesture and pulled out a bundle of gold coins he’d obtained from the Annex Building today, emptying them from his pocket.

“The Left Corridor has always been too narrow for my liking.”

I handed over all the money I’d received from Dorian to Sylvia.

“Since the Chief Inspector generously donated it, let’s expand the Annex Building. Our family’s grown, and it’s getting cramped.”
“Generously… donated? What does ‘generously’ mean again?”

Dorian, who had witnessed the entire situation from behind, blinked as if his mind had gone blank.

“You really are….”

Sylvia let out a hollow laugh, utterly dumbfounded.

“Raon. You can’t extort money from people like this. Earn it properly and—”
“Considering how the Jinmu Jeonju has disrespected and mocked us all this time, this compensation is barely a pittance. Besides, he actually destroyed the house.”

Even with everything exposed, I pointed at the damaged mansion and muttered that it was Valdemar’s fault.

“If you really don’t want it, there’s nothing I can do. With this money, the maids could have their own rooms, and we could expand the Garden even more….”

As I tried to slip the gold coins back into my pocket, Sylvia rushed over and grabbed my hand.

“Hmm, you might be right about Valdemar.”

Sylvia turned her head slightly and took the gold coins.

“He does have quite the temperament, and the house needs repairs anyway. Yes, this is justified.”

She opened the pouch containing the gold coins, revealing its golden gleam.

I smiled faintly as I watched Sylvia count the coins.

‘It must be for the maids and the children.’

The number of maids had increased, and the children from Saint’s Mansion visited frequently, making the Annex Building feel cramped.
Sylvia wasn’t thinking of expanding the Annex for herself, but so that all the maids and children could live comfortably.

Seeing her brightened expression, I finally understood why pocket money was called the greatest filial piety toward one’s parents.

“Mother.”

I stepped closer to Sylvia, who was already drafting expansion plans, my playful demeanor falling away as I met her gaze with solemn intensity.

“The Jinmu Jeonju isn’t that impressive, is it?”
“What…?”

Sylvia’s expression hardened as she stared at the damaged Annex Building, her laughter dying on her lips.

“What do you mean….”
“I intend to restore Mother to the Main Lineage within the next year.”

I declared my resolve in front of many witnesses, committing myself to elevating Sylvia to the Main Lineage.

“The Main Lineage? Next year?”
“Isn’t that too hasty? If we fail….”
“Hmm….”

The handmaidens’ faces darkened with concern about potential complications.

“It’s certainly not going to be easy….”

Dogyae furrowed his brow, clearly surprised by such a sudden declaration.

“Raon. I….”
“Once Mother ascends to the Main Lineage, I won’t just face the Jinmu Jeonju—I’ll encounter all those who have insulted us repeatedly.”

I stepped even closer to Sylvia, nodding gravely.

“Every time we meet them, we can’t simply avoid them or pretend not to hear.”
“Hmm….”
“Just look at what happened today—those who call themselves Main Lineage and Jeonju aren’t impressive enough to look down upon. Mother knows this better than anyone.”

As I spoke, I bowed slightly to meet Sylvia’s eyes directly.

“Whenever someone provokes us in the future, I want you to remember Valdemar fleeing with his tail between his legs from our Garden today, and face them with confidence.”
“….”

Sylvia remained silent for a long moment, her head bowed.

“My son has grown so well. Thank you.”

She barely managed to lift her head, her lips trembling.

“Before, I had to bend down to meet your eyes, but now you’re the one who must bow.”

Sylvia beamed with delight at this realization, her smile radiant and genuine.

“This won’t do!”

Sylvia spun around sharply, her shoulders trembling slightly as she gestured to her attendants. She appeared to be holding back tears with all her strength.

“Let’s throw a party at once. Bring out everything we have!”
“Yes, ma’am!”

Helen and the attendants, sensing Sylvia’s emotions, responded with even greater enthusiasm than usual and rushed toward the Annex Building.

-Our mother truly has a generous spirit!

Wrath nodded respectfully to Sylvia, then headed toward the Annex Building while perched on Yua’s shoulders.

“….”

Dogyae turned quietly to leave. As he attempted to depart the Annex Building, Raon blocked his path.

“Where are you going, the guest of honor?”
“How tedious.”
“I haven’t given you a gift yet. I brought some fine wine from Aikar….”

Raon demonstrated the motion of pouring wine into a glass.

“W-wait, could it be a relic from the Sea?”
“You knew of it?”
“How could anyone not know of relics from the Sea! I heard Kaibar caused such a commotion that production plummeted, yet you brought some?”
“Yes. There weren’t many left, but I thought of you and brought some anyway.”
“Ahem!”

Dogyae cleared his throat and immediately turned back around.

“If you’ve shown such thoughtfulness, I cannot refuse to taste it.”

He moved toward the Annex Building with an air of resignation.

Cuckle, cuckle, cuckle!

Just as I was about to follow him with a laugh, Bekmang Mountain trembled as though it might collapse.

“Hmm?”

I tilted my head, gazing toward Bekmang Mountain.

“An earthquake?”

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In the underground cavern beneath Lusain Mountain.

A massive magic circle was inscribed upon a training ground whose floor was strewn with gravel, and the children lying atop it kept their eyes shut, their low moans escaping as though they were trapped in nightmares.

“….”

Derus Robert stood beyond the magic circle, observing the children who were drenched in cold sweat, yet his eyes held not the faintest glimmer of emotion.
His expression was as devoid of feeling as one gazing upon stones in the earth.

“You have arrived.”

An old man in night robes descended from behind the magic circle. He bowed with the utmost reverence, as a priest might when receiving a deity.

“What is the status?”
“Through our research on the Zombie Assassins, brainwashing has advanced to the next stage. It is faster than before, and its intensity has grown considerably. The consumption of materials should decrease markedly.”

He spoke of the children as though they were merchandise in a marketplace, his lips curling into a chilling smile.

“Excellent.”

For the first time, a faint light kindled within Derus’s gaze.

“Continue your hard work.”
“Of course.”

The Old Man bowed respectfully and returned into the magic circle.

Derus Robert watched over the magic circle and the children a moment longer before ascending to the upper floor, which overlooked the entire cavern.

“Head of House.”

As he settled into a dull-looking chair and lifted his glass, Kubara appeared in her black dress and bowed deeply.

“A problem has arisen.”

A faint shadow crossed Kubara’s brow—an unusual expression for one who typically remained composed even in urgent circumstances.

“A problem?”

Derus Robert, who had been gazing down at the cavern, slowly turned his gaze toward her.

“Raon Zigheart is alive.”
“….”

Derus Robert set down the glass he held onto the table in silence. He turned his gaze back to the cavern.

“When he clashed with the Flame Demon Lord, the barrier shattered and he was transported toward the Owen Kingdom. After that, he met the Pirate King….”

Kubara recounted everything the Black Market had spread about the incident.

“…he captured Kaibhar and returned to Zigheart a few days ago.”
“I see. I knew he’d be alive.”

Derus Robert gazed at the gloves covering his hands, a smile playing at his lips as if he were somehow exhilarated.

“I told you. He’s not the type to die easily.”

He showed no panic, as though he had anticipated this situation all along, and moistened his lips with the drink in his glass.

“…Are you certain you’re alright?”

Kubara narrowed her eyes, studying Derus Robert’s genuine reaction.

“It’s fine. Actually, I’m in a good mood.”
“Pardon?”
“Now that we know who destroyed the Zombie Assassin Factory, how could I not be pleased? It had to be him.”

Derus Robert clutched his head, laughing as though a puzzle had finally been solved.

“I’m afraid that won’t be the case.”

Kubara shook her head firmly, even as she witnessed the madness in Derus Robert’s eyes.

“Raon Zigheart captured Kaibar after the Zombie Assassin Factory was destroyed. Chronologically, it would have been impossible for him to reach that location.”
“No. I’m right.”

Derus Robert looked down at Kubara, his jaw clenching.

“After I sent the zombie assassins to Raon Zigheart, the factory exploded, and a man who was dead is now alive. What does that tell you?”

He raised his glass again, his eyes twisting with emotion as he smiled.

“Raon Zigheart obtained the factory’s location from Siris, then leaked false information about it being elsewhere before striking. He has deep connections with the Black Market—manipulating information to that degree is child’s play for him. And most importantly….”

Derus Robert removed his gloves. He let blood drip like honey into his wine glass, turning the sunset-hued liquid a deep crimson.

“My instinct screams that it was his doing.”
“Hmm….”

Kubara’s lips trembled as she gazed into Derus Robert’s eyes, now alight with madness. He despised illogical reasoning above all else, yet when it came to Raon Zigheart, he became the most irrational person imaginable.

“So Raon Zigheart is alive….”

Derus Robert drank the blood-stained wine, his lips curling upward.

“The youngest will be delighted.”

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I stood above the lake near the Annex Building with my eyes closed.
The dying winter wind lashed out with bitter gusts, yet the lake’s surface remained perfectly still, as if frozen solid.
My mastery of manifesting inner vision into reality had deepened further—this entire space now existed within my consciousness itself.

I opened my eyes calmly after honing my spirit through meditation, meeting the world with crystalline clarity as I drew the Heavenly Sword.

Whoooosh!

Flames and frost erupted simultaneously above the gleaming blade.
The auras of Manhwagong and Glacia competed fiercely, blazing with intensity as wind energy danced between them.

I raised the Heavenly Sword and brought it down in a vertical strike.
Because I controlled the space through my consciousness, an immense concentration of aura gathered along the blade, yet the lake remained undisturbed.

“Exhale.”

Only after executing the fundamental sword techniques, the Radiant Sword form, and all the opening moves of the Frostwind Sword technique did I lower the Heavenly Sword.

‘Not bad at all.’

Creating my own space through consciousness, drawing forth inner vision—I had grown quite accustomed to both. Now it was time to test the new ability I had gained from Wrath.

I exhaled the turbid energy accumulated from training and gripped the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

I elevated my soul’s grade while simultaneously wielding both the Manhwagong and Glacia auras.

I felt an exquisite sensation as if I myself were interlocking with this world, and I accepted the wrathful energy clinging to the edge of my soul.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

An unpleasant sensation, as if another entity were wearing my skin inside out. When my vision darkened and my thoughts began fragmenting, I activated Wrath Release.

Roooooar!

My narrowing vision brightened, and my overheated mind cooled to crystalline clarity.

As my mind grew calm, the aura of wrath seeped into Manhwagong and Glacia’s essence, creating a tremendous wave of power.

I swallowed hard as I felt the Demon King’s aura twisting around the Heavenly Sword.

‘Is this what opening up wrath feels like?’

Unlike when I fought Sylvia, the aura of wrath didn’t dominate my mind and body—it only granted me tremendous power.

‘However….’

It’s difficult to maintain for long.

While wrath no longer consumed my thoughts as it once did, it remained unstable. If I drew upon more than five percent of its power, this balance would shatter in an instant.

‘Let’s see what happens.’

I drew the Heavenly Sword back and, holding my breath, unleashed the Flame Dragon Technique wrapped in the aura of wrath.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The red dragon blazed with an azure hue, exhaling not flames but the breath of frost.
The sword strike, worthy of being called the Frost Dragon Technique, soared like a kite and painted the sky around the Annex Building in brilliant blue.

Whoooosh!

Perhaps because the Frost Dragon Technique was so powerful, snow suddenly began to fall.

I stared at the fluffy snowflakes, my brow furrowing as my hand gripping the Heavenly Sword trembled beyond my control.

‘This truly isn’t easy.’

Enduring wrath and wielding wrath were entirely different matters. It seemed I would need considerable practice.

-Hah! Of course, it is so!

Wrath nodded, resting his chin in his hand.

-Does the True Demon King’s aura seem like something for common rabble to wield? A thousand years would be too soon for you!

He waved his hand dismissively, telling the fellow not to get cocky.

‘That seems to be the case.’

I approached Wrath with a brief smile.

‘As expected, it’s the Demon King’s power. It seems I’m still too inexperienced to wield it freely.’
-Ahem! Well, that’s right.

Wrath’s expression brightened at receiving praise for the first time in a while.

‘How do you handle the power of wrath so freely?’
-It’s simple. You must follow the flow of emotion while not being consumed by it. In other words, you must firmly grasp the reins of wrath.
‘Reins, you say….’
-Try devouring wrath with the fire and cold you control. Though it will be impossible.

Wrath chuckled, saying that was truly no easy feat.

‘I see.’

I nodded calmly. Though it was light advice, I now understood clearly how to train. Wrath’s generous guidance was far from over.

‘Shall I continue?’

As I picked up the Heavenly Sword to resume training, a tremendous surge of mana erupted from the far end of the Annex Building.

Boom!

A violent explosion and deafening roar tore through the air, and black smoke engulfed the sky.

Crash!

I rushed toward the direction of the explosion. As I remained alert, unsure what had happened, Ensia emerged from the black smoke with soot smudged across her face, stumbling forward.

“E-Ensia?”
“Handsome Raon!”

Ensia’s weary expression suddenly came alive with vigor.

“I finally finished it!”

She lifted her hand, announcing that the artificial dantian she’d created for Sylvia was complete. A small orb, no larger than a child’s fist, gleamed in her palm.

“Huh….”

My pupils trembled as I gazed upon the sphere.

‘Extraordinary mana.’

From that tiny orb, I sensed mana at the Master—no, Grand Master level.
While a dragon’s heart naturally contained mana beyond the Transcendent realm, maintaining such power when converting it into an artificial dantian was a remarkable feat.

‘With this, I could elevate Mother’s cultivation in a single bound.’

Using this artificial dantian, I could restore Sylvia’s strength immediately without needing time to gather aura like Rimer would require.
Of course, it had been so long since I’d wielded a blade that regaining my former ability would take considerable time.

“Remarkable work. As expected of Ensia—huh?”

I stepped toward Ensia but froze. A strangely familiar face was carved into the sphere’s surface.

“That face engraved on the dantian….”
“You recognized it right away! It’s you, Raon! I had quite the time capturing your perfect visage!”

Ensia beamed with satisfaction, as if pleased that I could appreciate her work.

“Ah.”

My jaw dropped.

‘What in the world….’

Ensia had carved my face onto the artificial dantian’s surface. The absurdity of it left my mouth hanging open.

“I was thinking about what a perfect artificial dantian should look like, and your face came to mind! You’re perfectly handsome, after all!”

Perfectly handsome. Another new term had been born.

“Actually, I created the artificial core long ago, but I kept redoing the face because I wasn’t satisfied with it. That’s why it took so long.”

Ensia shook her head, mentioning that it had taken four days just to sculpt the face.

Cough.

I let out a short cough as I watched Ensia proudly display the face carved into the artificial core.

‘Why are all the people around me so strange?’
-Because you’re the craziest one of all?
‘….’

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