The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 576

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Chapter 576

Aris Zigheart lifted her gaze toward the platform, her shoulders drooping with frustration.

“Couldn’t you send me now? When else will I get another chance to visit Sepia?”

She clasped her hands together, eager to embark on a new journey.

“I have already told you. You cannot take a single step from this place until the postponed matters are resolved.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head firmly, as if the matter were beyond discussion.

“I’m not doing this because I want to play around.”

Aris pointed with her thumb toward the door through which Raon and Rimer had departed, her eyes narrowing with concern.

“What if someone kidnaps the greatest genius Raon? It’ll be too late by the time we find him!”

She thumped her chest confidently, insisting she would serve as his escort.

“I have no desire to make an enemy of Sepia because of you.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, unwilling to accumulate more adversaries.

“Why would we make an enemy? It’s just sightseeing! I’ll stay still like a doll and come back.”
“As if you would remain still in such an insular place.”

He scoffed, saying he would sooner trust Rimer’s word.

“Besides, Rimer is not traveling to Sepia as an envoy of Zigheart, but merely visiting his homeland. There is no need for concern—the fact that they are venturing outside will not be revealed.”
“But the Duke could be hiding somewhere!”

Aris stamped her foot so forcefully that the Audience Chamber trembled, her brow furrowed with worry.

“Even if Siria Slion is mad alone, the Rakion Family itself has risen in rebellion. There could be such people within the family itself!”

She exhaled sharply, her genuine concern for Raon evident in her fierce expression.

“Do you know why there are so many squeaking rats in Zigheart? It’s because of Father. If you subdued them with force, you should have kept them crushed to the end, but you gave them a chance to raise their heads.”

Aris Zigheart fixed Glen with a reproachful gaze.

“Not just Oma—you should have tightened discipline internally as well!”
“You speak only truth.”

Glen nodded calmly despite hearing Aris’s sharp words.

“The scars carved during the era when I walked only the path of tyranny have simply reopened now. You’re right—it is my fault.”
“Father?”

Aris widened her eyes in surprise at Glen’s serene response.

“However, I have already begun searching for spies. The internal audit is complete, and I have been investigating the Vassal Houses since last month, so results should emerge soon.”

Glen continued, his eyes darkened as he gazed at Aris.

“There is no need to worry about Raon. From now on, I will bear all malice directed toward Zigheart.”
“Mm….”

Aris could only press her lips together, unable to utter a word.

“You speak rightly, yet why are you so startled?”

Glen let out a deflated laugh and propped his chin on his fist.

‘Yes. It is right.’

During the era when I was consumed by Demonic Nature, I established all rules and discipline through force alone.
I severed the necks of those who resisted, crushed those who refused. Having lived as a demon ruled by strength, it is only natural that the sins of that time return as blades.

But that malice must be directed solely at me. I no longer wish to bring harm to Raon and the others.

“Something….”

Aris relaxed her rigid expression and looked toward Glen.

“You’ve changed.”
“Changed?”
“Yes. It seems you’ve returned to who you were before Sylvia was born.”

She smiled faintly, speaking of a past so distant that she could barely remember it anymore.

“That’s not it.”

Glen shook his head, dismissing the notion.

“No, it’s true.”

Aris Zigheart lifted her head sharply.

“If you were the father from before, you wouldn’t have acknowledged what you said just now—you would have simply ordered me out.”
“….”

Glen did not answer, instead leaning his back against the Jade Throne.

‘Perhaps she’s right.’

When I was shrouded in darkness, I listened to no one’s counsel and simply pressed forward, eyes fixed ahead. It was a time when I gained much, yet lost much as well.

Creak.

As father and daughter held each other’s gaze for a moment, the doors to the Audience Chamber opened and Roen entered.

“I have delivered the message.”

Roen bowed to Glen before taking his place beside Aris Zigheart.

“Did you give it to Raon?”

Glen asked about the most crucial part first.

“Yes. I delivered it to Lord Raon.”

Roen smiled as if it were obvious.

“Ahem! Well done.”

Glen nodded slightly, his lips curling upward in satisfaction.

“Hmm, now I understand who changed Father.”

Aris Zigheart gazed up at Glen with an amused expression, a faint smile playing across her lips.

“Father, I don’t believe there’s ever a time that’s too late. Act first, regret later—that’s my philosophy.”

She spoke with the candor of her true nature, clenching her fists.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean!”

Aris Zigheart narrowed her eyes as if reading Glen’s very thoughts.

“Brief deliberation, swift action. You understand?”
“….”
“Then I’ll be going.”
“Aris.”

As she waved her hand and turned to leave the Audience Chamber, Glen’s eyes narrowed.

“If you run off and follow Raon, your little pirate adventure ends here.”
“Ugh!”

Aris Zigheart turned with a trembling head, laughing awkwardly.

“Your perception has sharpened too….”

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“Clean and tidy.”

Rimer whistled as he stepped into the Dining Hall.

“This is nice. The aroma of the food is wonderful.”

Dorian chuckled, sniffing the air with exaggerated appreciation.

“They’re using quality butter. It seems like they’ve mixed something into the milk….”

Yua’s eyes brightened with interest as she took in the culinary aromas of the Dining Hall.

“Let’s sit down first.”

I settled the three of them into their seats and exhaled a weary sigh. Each of them possessed such a strong personality that allowing them to speak freely would lead nowhere.
They would never stop talking if left to their own devices.

“Sigh, sleeping outdoors really isn’t ideal.”

Rimer rubbed his right shoulder with his left hand and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“We should find lodging in this Village tonight.”
“You’re complaining over just two nights? That’s excessive.”

I shook my head as I took the seat across from Rimer.

“Dorian’s tent and sleeping bag rival any luxury inn.”
“Right?”

Dorian’s eyes widened with delight at the praise, and he broke into a broad smile.

“Yeah. Thanks to you, I slept comfortably last night too.”

Dorian retrieved a fully assembled tent from his dimensional pouch without needing to set anything up, and he even erected a cooking hearth. Honestly, it was more comfortable and convenient than most upscale inns.
In truth, it surpassed the comfort of many luxury establishments.

“They’re essential items.”

Dorian waved his hand dismissively. While tents and fire were genuinely indispensable for travel, the fact that a fully assembled tent and a functional hearth could materialize instantly was still remarkable.

“Then let’s worry about lodging later and order first. What looks good? We have plenty of money anyway. Should we order everything?”

Rimer unfolded the menu the Restaurant Staff had brought, smacking his lips with anticipation. He was already treating the money Glen had given him as his own.

“I’ll have the meat pie and pizza.”

Yua ordered unremarkable dishes, reasoning that one could only judge a chef’s skill through standard menu items.

“I have enough with what’s in my pouch….”

Dorian, pleased by the earlier compliment, retrieved a fork and knife from his pocket—utensils typically used for outdoor dining—and arranged them on the table.

“….”

The Restaurant Staff began staring at him as though he were mad.

“Sigh….”

I massaged my temples, watching these three speak only what was on their minds.

‘This is exhausting….’

As I sighed, thinking how chaotic this was, a blue puff of cotton candy burst forth from the Frost Flower Bracelet.

-Why are you sitting idle! Order your food at once!
‘I don’t particularly want anything.’
-Your appetite is irrelevant! The True Demon King wishes to eat! Order everything on the menu!

Wrath extended his round hand, demanding I order all the dishes.

‘You won’t even finish it all.’
-You know well! The True Demon King must eat what he desires to satisfy his cravings!
‘Be quiet before I make you eat Nadin Bread in this restaurant.’
-Tch!

The moment I mentioned Nadin Bread, he clamped his mouth shut.

-Ugh, I’ll kill them. I absolutely will!

Curses spilled from Wrath’s sealed lips. It was clear he meant the creator of Nadin Bread, whoever dwelt in Sepia.

“Master Rimer.”

I called out to Rimer, who had finished his incantation first.

“Is the creator of Nadin Bread really an Elf?”
“Hard to believe, right?

Rimer nodded, handing the menu to Dorian.

“It’s already surprising that Elven cuisine spread to the Human Realm, but the fact that it’s Nadin Bread is the most fascinating part.”
“There’s actually a story behind it.”
“A story?”
“The one who created Nadin Bread made it as a way to survive, in a manner of speaking.”

He chuckled, remarking that the Elf was quite an interesting character.

“What do you mean by that….”

Just as I was about to ask Rimer further, I caught my own name from the voices at the adjacent table.

“Have you heard the rumor that Raon Zigheart has reached Grand Master?”
“Huh? I’ve heard he defeated Kaibhar and is called the Dragon Slayer, but what’s this about Grand Master all of a sudden?”

I turned my head slightly, and there were two middle-aged mercenaries in mercenary attire emptying their beer mugs while conversing.

“Tsk tsk, you’re behind on the news. That’s old news!”

The bald mercenary clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“You know the Rakion Family?”
“The Vassal House of Zigheart that wields the greatsword exceptionally well.”

The mercenary with a goat beard set down his beer mug and blinked his eyes.

“Right. That prestigious family joined hands with the Holy Sword Association and was preparing to betray Zigheart….

The bald mercenary seemed to know all the details of what had happened with the Rakion Family, as if he’d obtained the information from somewhere.
However, since the story about the Sword Ghost hadn’t spread yet, his name didn’t come up.

“It’s already astounding that he fell into a state of complete absorption on the battlefield, but he really broke through the barrier and became a Grand Master? Honestly, I can’t believe it….”

The goat-bearded mercenary’s hand trembled as he held his glass, and he let out a whistle of disbelief.

“Whether you believe it or not, Raon Zigheart’s ascension to Grand Master is real. The rumors are spreading everywhere!”
“How old is Raon Zigheart now?”
“He’s probably 21?”
“Even if he became a Master at 21, he’d be the youngest in history, but a Grand Master at 21? I can’t believe he’s the same species as us….”
“He’s the greatest talent in the history of the Continent. And his sense of justice is exceptional too. They say a book chronicling his deeds is being written, and at this point, I can’t even feel jealous.”
“I heard his face is also incredible. What was it called again—a real looker?”
“The world is so unfairly cruel. Let’s just drink!”

The mercenaries raised their beer glasses again, saying they should just drink.

“Hmm….”

I turned my gaze away from the mercenaries and smacked my lips.

‘That’s rather interesting.’

It was novel that strangers, not even in Zigheart Territory, were using my rumors as casual conversation material.
Even when others told me I’d become famous, it hadn’t felt like much, but hearing those mercenaries talk about it made the reality of my fame sink into my bones.

“Amusing, isn’t it?”

Rimer downed the beer that had arrived first and chuckled.

“Growing stronger means becoming famous too. Now your name has spread beyond Zigheart across the entire Continent. Whatever you do, people will pay attention. That’s what renown is.”

He wiggled his fingers, saying I’d be walking this path for the rest of my life. True to his words, my name was already being mentioned at other tables.

“You’re earning a better reputation than anyone else in Zigheart. It’s a good thing, so take pride in it.”

Rimer laughed, telling me to enjoy this moment.

“I’m envious….”

Dorian scratched his belly pouch and opened his mouth wide.

“Some people want their names known, but no one will acknowledge them!”

He sighed, thinking he needed to reach Master rank soon.

“You’ll be able to do it!”

Yua, as always, offered encouragement with a bright smile and cheerful voice.

-Ugh….

Wrath wandered around the table, his brow furrowed.

-These damn humans! Not this brat—they should revere the True Demon King!

He let out a sharp cry, clearly angered that his name hadn’t been called.

-This won’t do! I must descend properly once more and show all the humans of this land the terror of the True Demon King….
“Your food has arrived.”
-Let’s eat!

Wrath’s scowl vanished the moment the Restaurant Staff brought the food, and he grinned widely, his tail wagging.

‘Terror, my foot….’

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I lifted my gaze from the verdant world before me. Everything in sight shimmered with emerald brilliance.
Trees reaching skyward like gesturing hands, thickets and grass filling the spaces between them—I understood now why this place was called the Grand Forest.

“Wow….”

Yua gasped in awe as she took in the panorama of the Grand Forest.

“Is this Sepia?”
“This forest is the Grand Forest, and Sepia lies deeper within.”

Rimer gently stroked Yua’s head, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

Upon hearing Rimer’s words, I extended my senses deeper into the Forest, though the mana density within proved so thick that manipulating my aura became difficult.

‘Aura aside, I’m not sensing anything in particular.’

I had anticipated hidden formations or barriers concealed within the Grand Forest, yet it appeared no different from an ordinary woodland.

“There’s no barrier or anything like that?”
“There is.”

Rimer shook his head.

“But I’m not sensing anything at all….”
“It’s a natural labyrinth.”
“A natural labyrinth?”
“Yes. Elves possess the ability to commune with nature, albeit to a limited degree.”

He laughed, explaining that the Forest itself served as both the Elves’ castle wall and their eyes.

“Are you capable of this as well, Lord Rimer?”

Dorian tilted his head, regarding Rimer with curiosity.

“Of course!”
“Then why have I never witnessed you do such a thing?”
“Huh? Well… I’d forgotten about it.”

Rimer chuckled sheepishly, admitting he’d been forgetting that he was an Elf all this time.

“Seriously….”

I exhaled a long sigh, watching Rimer scratch the back of his head.

-Are you really going to trust that pointy-eared fool and venture inside?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed with evident concern.

‘Even I’m starting to feel confused about this now….’

However, having come this far, there was no choice left. I had to follow that scatterbrained elf.

“Anyway, let’s go in.”

Rimer chuckled softly and extended his hand, causing the thicket to part naturally and open a path.

“Wow! Master Rimer, you really are an elf!”

Yua bounced excitedly, as if fascinated by the revelation.

“I thought you were just a person with long ears!”
“I’m an elf, I’m telling you. Have you ever seen someone this handsome?”
“Raon is.”
“Ugh….”

Rimer couldn’t counter Yua’s bold retort and proceeded deeper into the forest.

Whoooosh!

Following his gesture, the dense jungle—so overgrown with thicket and trees that even a child would struggle to pass through—split apart, creating a passage wide enough for people to walk through. For the first time, Rimer truly looked like an elf.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the rustling thicket and trees.

‘It’s not from mana.’

The forest hadn’t recognized Rimer’s mana—rather, it seemed to have sensed the very existence of Rimer as an elf and opened a path for him.

After walking for some time while observing this novel and mysterious sight, I felt faint signs of presence ahead.
It resembled the sound of a small animal passing by or the rustling of thicket brushed by wind, but the scent of mana was far more pronounced. It was the presence of elves like Rimer.

“Finally showed up.”

Rimer, having sensed the elves’ presence, stopped in his tracks and stared at the thick thorn vines that wouldn’t open.

“Do not approach any further.”

A woman’s voice, devoid of any emotion, came from within the thorn vines.

“Outsiders cannot enter at this time. Please leave.”

She approached with a voice as cold as the Northern Sea wind, making clear her intent to attack if he drew any closer.

-Why do all you outsiders lack any manners!

Wrath glared into the depths of the thorned vines, grinding his teeth.

-Blocking the True Demon King’s path? Cut off your own neck this instant!
‘As if that would happen.’
-Then at least use that fire magic you’re so good at!

It seemed Wrath had developed a hatred for elves because of Rimer, for he was now screaming at them to burn down the entire forest.

“Don’t you know who I am?”

Rimer waved his hand lightly and approached the thorned vines.

“I am….”

As he stepped forward, an arrow shot out from within the thorned vines and embedded itself in the ground.

Screeeech!

The arrow trembled violently in the earth, testament to the tremendous force behind it.

“Ugh….”

Rimer swallowed hard as he stared at the arrow embedded in the ground.

“So you really don’t know who I am.”

He wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead and laughed awkwardly.

“Do not approach any further. You appear to be one of my own, born from the outside, but had you not been my kin, that arrow would have pierced your throat by now.”

A voice, even more frozen than before, emanated from behind the thorned vines.

“It’s been a long time, so I suppose the Guardians have all changed. But I’m not an outsider. I was born in Sepia.”

Rimer shook his head and took another step forward.

“Don’t lie to me. A kinsman born in Sepia would surely understand how critical this moment is….”
“If you won’t recognize me, perhaps you’ll recognize this blade?”

He cut off the red-haired elf’s words and tapped the sword hanging at his waist.

“….”

Silence stretched through the thicket. Then.

Whiiiing!

An arrow, moving faster and more viciously than before, grazed past Rimer’s earlobe.

“The thief of divine relics! Everyone, attack!”

With the red-haired elf’s chilling voice, dozens of arrows erupted simultaneously from the thorny vines.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

Rimer stumbled backward in shock.

“I knew this would happen.”

I stepped forward to shield Rimer, grinding my teeth.

“What exactly have you been doing all this time!”

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