The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 555

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Chapter 555

Glen Zigheart’s complexion as he returned to the Audience Chamber was as radiant as moonlight brushing past the window. The corners of his mouth, rising as if to touch the ceiling, revealed just how pleased he was in this moment.

“Are you truly that delighted?”

Rimer let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Glen, as if he found the situation absurd.

“If you’d only mustered the courage a little sooner, you might have been called grandfather by now.”

He ran his hand through his hair, which had been singed and disheveled by lightning, and smacked his lips.

“There’s no harm in beginning now.”

Sheryl kicked Rimer’s back and walked toward the platform.

“Head of House, you’ve worked hard. If you continue to extend your hand first as you did today, both Sylvia and Raon will draw closer to you.”

She smiled with a gentler tone than yesterday.

“Ahem.”

Glen covered his mouth with his hand, as if resting his chin.

“Come now, just laugh openly! What kind of person brags that their grandson poured wine for them first!”
“It wasn’t just pouring it once….”
“Ah yes, he poured it ten more times after that. Are we satisfied?”

Rimer sighed as if he’d grown weary of the subject.

“That is indeed a joyful matter, but my smile now stems from something else entirely.”

Glen removed his hand from his face as Rimer suggested, and deep dimples formed at the corners of his mouth.

“I smile because Raon has proven himself worthy of pride.”

He lifted his gaze toward the moonlight, luminous as melted gold.

“A child who was said to struggle even becoming a martial artist has grown through his own strength, created a dantian for his mother, and prepared to bring her back to the Main Lineage. I cannot help but smile at such filial devotion.”
“I agree with that.”

Rimer nodded, brushing back his singed hair.

“Not just because he’s my disciple, but there’s no greater son of filial piety than him.”
“The more I see him, the more I want to lend him a hand.”

Sheryl agreed, drawing a serene smile across her face.

“I feel the same way. Whenever I see Raon, I want to provide for him even more.”

Roen stood beside Sheryl and laughed softly.

“Khem-hem!”

As Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen praised Raon’s character, Glen Zigheart’s mood seemed to improve even further, his upturned lips trembling with barely contained joy.

“Ha.”

Rimer chuckled at the sight of Glen Zigheart.

‘The ultimate expression of joy.’

Though Glen Zigheart himself didn’t realize it, whenever he was most delighted, his lips trembled uncontrollably, just like a dog wagging its tail.

‘Is he imagining living with Raon and Sylvia?’

Glen Zigheart seemed to already be envisioning a future where Raon would call him grandfather.
However, to achieve that, he would need to overcome one great mountain.

“So what will you do going forward?”
“What do you mean, what will I do?”

Glen Zigheart tilted his head, as if questioning what Rimer meant.

“For Sylvia to become Main Lineage and come to this Main Mansion, Raon ultimately has to defeat the Demon King. If that doesn’t happen, it’s all for nothing. In fact, Raon will die!”

Rimer furrowed his brow, wondering why Glen Zigheart was forgetting the most crucial matter.

“Head of House, you likely understand this better than I do, but Raon cannot defeat the Demon King in his current state. Even if he reaches Grand Master, it would be difficult. Are you perhaps thinking of teaching him directly? That would certainly increase the possibility.”
“No.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head calmly.

“Even if I cherish Raon, I cannot grant him any further privileges beyond what he already receives.”
“Well, I’ve already given him everything worth giving.”

Rimer nodded as if he understood.

“Then what will you do?”
“A life-or-death duel presents too many variables. It would be better to simply erase the Nambuk Alliance instead.”

Glen Zigheart spoke of crushing the Nambuk Alliance as casually as one might destroy an anthill.

“I… what?”

Rimer’s jaw dropped so far it nearly touched the floor.

‘What in the world is this man saying?’

The absurdity of it all sent cold sweat trickling down my spine when Glen Zigheart called out to Roen.

“Roen.”
“Yes, Head of House.”
“Have you located the Nambeop Headquarters?”
“I have identified the main headquarters, but since there are so many branch facilities and hidden strongholds affiliated with them, the investigation into the entire Nambuk Alliance remains incomplete.”

Roen lowered his head apologetically.

“That is sufficient. They are merely small fry who will scatter once the Nambeop Leader is dead.”
“W-what are you saying!”

Rimer let out a sharp cry, his jaw snapping upward.

“If you kill the Demon King like that, there’s nothing left to gain!”
“Whether he dies one way or another, as long as the Demon King is dead, does it matter?”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes had rolled back halfway, his singular focus on elevating Sylvia to the Main Lineage as swiftly and safely as possible.

“Hehehehe. I’ll sharpen my blade.”

Roen’s eyes shifted to those of an assassin, and a chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

“Hey! You should say something!”

Rimer elbowed Sheryl beside him.

“Why? It’s the truth. Doesn’t it matter which path we take as long as we reach Bekmang Mountain?”

Sheryl nodded, agreeing that this seemed like the safest route.

“Right. That’s the truth! Absolutely right!”

Rimer shook his head vigorously while looking at the three of them.

“If the Demon King dies like that, who will acknowledge it! Our family’s honor will be dragged through the mud! We can destroy the Nambuk Alliance later, but right now we need to focus on how to make Raon defeat the Demon King!”

He struck his chest while crying out that there was no common sense in this place.

“What a shame….”

Glen Zigheart smacked his lips. It seemed his words about attacking the Nambuk Alliance for Raon’s sake had been sincere.

“Then it would be best to send him on a mission.”
“A mission?”
“Raon is already standing at the wall of the Grand Master realm. If he goes on a mission and accumulates better experiences, he might be able to break through that wall on his own.”
“I thought you wouldn’t send Raon out, considering the previous mission was so dangerous.”
“Keeping him here won’t help that boy. A flower in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain. And….”

Glen Zigheart nodded lightly, as if he had already made his decision.

“If it really doesn’t work out, we can just destroy the Nambuk Alliance.”
“That’s right.”
“We’ll prepare.”

Sheryl and Roen drew cold smiles. It was like three wolves laughing before a lamb.

“Ugh….”

Rimer clutched his forehead as it grew hot.

‘To think I’m the only sane one here….’

As I let out an exasperated sigh, Glen Zigheart’s expression shifted back into seriousness.

‘What now?’

While I braced myself for whatever he might say next, his lips moved.

“That child from the Yonan Family is quite remarkable.”
“Pardon?”
“Young as she is, her discerning eye is extraordinary. There’s good reason the Yenan Family Head treasures her.”

Glen praised Ensia even more lavishly than he would a Grand Master-level martial artist.

“Indeed. Creating an artificial dantian is extremely difficult….”
“Didn’t you call me Raon’s grandfather? Exists-well? I don’t understand what that means, but it must be something positive.”
“Ah….”

Rimer’s eyes widened. He’d thought we were discussing the artificial dantian, but Glen had been talking about something entirely different.

“It means extraordinarily handsome, sir.”

Sheryl smiled as she explained the meaning of the term.

“Ensia uses the word ‘exists-well’ when praising Raon’s appearance. I’ve heard she wants to make his face her signature mark going forward.”
“What a splendid child!”

Glen nodded, genuinely impressed.

“Purchase all of Ensia’s artifacts that have been released so far, and send word to the Yenan Family Head. Tell her I wish to meet her.”
“Understood.”

Roen nodded with a faint smile.

“Sigh….”

Rimer shook his head as he watched the exchange.

‘The Eight Infernos is becoming an incurable disease.’

Should I really be looking for a different job?

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Sylvia calmly raised her sword. She held the upper stance for a long moment, drawing her aura upward.
The instant the sea-colored mana drenched the pristine blade, she drove the sword downward in a vertical strike.

Whoooosh!

A fierce sword wind swept through the Training Ground, carving a deep gash across the floor.

“Wow….”
“That’s a sword wind, but she doesn’t even have a wind attribute?”
“Is that really a downward strike from someone who hasn’t wielded a sword in over twenty years?”
“Insane. She’s truly the Commander’s mother….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen seemed impressed by Sylvia’s strike, pausing their own training to offer genuine admiration.

“That’s enough.”

As Sylvia caught her breath and raised her sword again, I lifted my hand.

“Your swordsmanship is too loose.”

I approached Sylvia’s side and shook my head.

“See how your wrist angle is broken and your ankles are curling inward? You’re releasing all the tension from your limbs, so the sword wind disperses instead of concentrating.”

Unlike the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, I pointed out her technique coldly.

“Ah, I’m just not fully adapted yet! Who performs perfectly from the start!”
“I explained all of this at the Annex Building.”
“…Did I?”

Sylvia laughed awkwardly and fanned her face with her hand.

“Concentrate and try again.”
“Mm….”

She nodded quietly and lifted her sword above her head.
As she brought the blade down again, it looked similar to before, but the compressed force made the strike faster and far more devastating.

Whoooosh!

A chunk of the Training Ground’s floor caved in, exposing the pristine white sand beneath.

“How was that?”
“This time you used too much force.”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the damaged floor.

“You couldn’t control your own strike, so you gouged the ground. If you keep swinging like that, your body will break down first.”
“Ugh….”
“Relax the tension in your shoulders and grip. You’re not doing laundry.”

I pointed out her flaws with my scabbard and stepped back.

“I understand….”

Sylvia nodded and raised her sword. After hearing my advice and releasing the excess force and tension, the blade descended with renewed vitality.

“Oh….”
“That’s clearly different.”
“So talent really is hereditary….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen applauded as they watched Sylvia’s rapid improvement.

“So, how was it?”

Sylvia called out to me with newfound confidence, her expression brightening.

“Still not quite right.”

I shook my head with a look of disappointment.

“You’re releasing too much force, causing the blade tip to waver. You’re not practicing advanced techniques like blade transformation or blade reversal right now—you’re training in fundamental swordplay.”
“Y-you’re right.”
“Then you must apply force precisely to the blade’s spine and point. This isn’t whip-cracking. If you release everything, how will you maintain control?”
“Mm….”

Sylvia lowered her head dejectedly.

“Try again.”

I raised my hand, indicating she still had much to learn.

“Understood.”

Sylvia took my guidance and assumed an upper stance, narrowing her elbows inward to anchor her body’s strength before driving the blade downward.

Whoooosh!

This time, the proper force infused the strike—the blade point remained steady while descending with fluid grace.

“Ah!”

Sylvia felt the improvement and immediately turned to look at me.

“Not quite.”

But my expression remained stern.

“The blade point didn’t waver, but you focused on that so intently you brought it down too quickly. We’re not fighting—we’re training. Concentrate more.”

I instructed her to try again, still unsatisfied.

“W-wasn’t that acceptable this time?”
“It’s only been a short while since she picked up the sword again….”
“How long is he going to make her drill basic swordplay….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen muttered under their breath, watching my expression carefully.

“How long are you all going to just stand there watching?”

I turned around and cast a sharp glance at the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“Want to run basic sword forms for a month?”
“No! Absolutely not!”
“We’re going!”
“Oh, we had so much training to do today anyway….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen shook their heads and scattered throughout the Training Ground.

“Wow, he doesn’t even spare his own mother….”

Burren Zigheart clicked his tongue as he watched me directing Sylvia’s training again.

“That’s the right way to do it.”

Martha shook her head as she observed Sylvia’s back.

“Because she’s precious. That’s why he teaches her properly.”

She exhaled softly, her eyes tinged with bitterness.

“Raon’s got good taste today.”

Lunan Slion, who also carried wounds from family matters, nodded in agreement with her words.

“Do you three want to join in?”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at the three unit leaders standing at a distance.

“N-not really….”
“That demon bastard’s got sharp ears too….”
“We’re going.”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion stretched and headed into the Indoor Training Hall.

“Ugh….”

Sylvia, who had lost everyone who could help her, let out a moan as her hands trembled.

“Raon.”

Rimer shook his head vigorously and placed a hand on Raon’s shoulder.

“Don’t push too hard. Take it easy….”
“Would you like to join in, Lord Rimer?”
“Ah….”

He stood there with his mouth agape, at a loss for words.

“If you stay here a bit longer, I’ll assume you want to train with your mother.”
“Wait, hold on. I’m the Lord….”
“So you’ll do the basic training together, then?”
“No! Absolutely not! Good luck with that!”

Rimer quickly shook his head and vanished from Raon’s sight.

“But you’re the Lord, aren’t you!”

Crain called out in exasperation as he watched Rimer flee.

Rimer scratched the back of his head with a reluctant expression.

“I’m scared of him too….”

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Two weeks had passed since Sylvia first took up a sword. Her skill transformed day by day as if she were becoming a different person, yet I shook my head, dissatisfied with every aspect of her progress.

“Again. Your aura is misaligned this time.”

I pointed to the faintly wavering aura and shook my head.

“Yes.”

Sylvia nodded and picked up her sword. She repeated the fundamental sword techniques—vertical slashes, horizontal slashes, diagonal slashes, and thrusts—dozens of times over.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the sharp, brilliant gleam of her blade cutting through the air.

‘Her talent certainly hasn’t faded.’

She’s growing by the day.

The reason I push Sylvia so hard is simple: she possesses exceptional talent.
She’s the kind of person who goes beyond what you point out, so I wanted to continue watching over her.
I was beginning to understand why masters seek out outstanding disciples.

-No matter what, pointing out flaws for two straight weeks is harsh, isn’t it?!

Wrath’s lips trembled as if terrified.

-Look at that! Your mother’s eyes have turned black as charcoal!

He frowned, pointing out the darkened circles beneath Sylvia’s eyes.

‘Mother understands everything.’

Though I hadn’t said it aloud, Sylvia accepted it well, which is why we could train together until now. She’s probably delighted by her rapidly improving skills.

-You need to moderate it! How long are you going to make her do basic sword forms! Other people aren’t freaks like you!

Wrath called me a madman and pointed his finger at me.

-Nobody comes near you anymore!
‘It’s fine.’

I waved Wrath off and approached Sylvia.

“When you thrust, you must think clearly about your target. You must always maintain the essence of the true blade.”
“Yes…”

Sylvia answered weakly, as if all her energy had been drained, and nodded.

“And when you perform diagonal cuts, the angle is crucial. You must know exactly where to strike….”

The more Raon pointed out her mistakes, the darker Sylvia’s complexion became.

“This is… truly harsh….”
“I didn’t know it would be this bad. That’s a monster….”
“R-Raon, I respect you. No, I’m terrified.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan, who had initially cheered Raon on, now shook their heads in fear and departed.

Raon smiled even as he heard their words.

‘They’ll understand soon enough.’

Once Sylvia demonstrated her true abilities, all their current perceptions would change completely.
Besides, Sylvia would surely understand the situation he was putting her through. That was enough.

“Basic swordsmanship isn’t good just because it’s fast and powerful. Precision and composure are what matter….”

Just as I was about to offer Sylvia more advice, Rimer burst through the Training Ground door. He waved a sheet of paper in his hand with a smile on his face.

“We’ve got a mission!”

He shouted for everyone to celebrate this long-awaited assignment.

“A mission?”
“It’s been a while.”

“Finally, I can show what I’m capable of.”
“Yesssssss!”

As the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen approached Rimer, curious about the nature of the mission, a thunderous shout erupted from within.

“Freedom! I’m finally free from this hell!”

Sylvia raised both arms high and cried out to the heavens.
Faint tears began to well up in her eyes. Her expression and emotional outburst were exactly like a prisoner who had just escaped from prison.

Raon stared at Sylvia in stunned silence, his mouth hanging open.

“Uh, Mom…?”

He gaped in shock at the word “liberation.”

-A personality so vexing that even his mother grows weary of him…-

Wrath shook his head as he observed the bewildered Raon.

-Is this truly the path of a Demon King?
‘Shut up!’

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