The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

“You dare speak the name of Zigheart so carelessly? Do you understand how weighty that name is?”

A subtle aura flickered in Glen Zigheart’s eyes.

“Ugh!”

I bit my lips until they bled.

‘It feels as though my flesh is being crushed.’

Glen had released only a fraction of his aura—as if scooping a single bucket of water from an endless ocean—yet my heart felt as though it were being wrung dry.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, and I felt my clothes clinging to my back. Had I not channeled the Ring of Fire, I would have collapsed on the spot.

‘So this is the warrior known as the Northern Destruction King….’

His mere gaze was suffocating—a power that exceeded even Derus Robert’s. I could not lift my head.

“Speak again. Can you take responsibility for what you’ve just said?”

“F-Father. Raon is still young. He didn’t mean to speak so carelessly.”

“That’s right! Raon has only ever lived in the Annex Building, so he couldn’t have known the weight of the Zigheart name….”

Sylvia and Helen rushed to my side and knelt down.

“Master of the house, he is merely a child who knows nothing yet. Please withdraw your momentum.”

Denier Zigheart rose to his feet, blocking the oppressive aura with his own presence.

“Lord Denier!”

“To think he would even look after such an insolent brat—truly worthy of Lord Denier.”

“He possesses a heart far wider than his martial prowess.”

The branch families showered Denier with praise for his conduct.

“I am speaking now.”

“Ugh!”

“Kgh….”

At Glen Zigheart’s tyrannical voice, both Denier Zigheart and Sylvia staggered backward simultaneously. They had not moved of their own accord—Glen had driven them back with his voice alone.

“I-I apologize.”

Denier Zigheart lowered his head. But Sylvia was different.

“F-Father….”

With a body devoid of even aura, she endured Glen’s overwhelming pressure and approached him.

“Raon is not yet in a state to receive training….”

Sylvia’s eyes held nothing but concern for me.

My chest thrummed with a sharp, piercing sensation.

‘I don’t understand.’

Whether this surging emotion was pity for her, worry, or something else entirely—I couldn’t say.

I only wished she would never wear such an expression again, that she would always smile with genuine happiness.

‘I was an assassin.’

An assassin dwells in darkness—a creature intimate with death rather than life, revealing nothing of itself.

‘But not anymore.’

I would live as an assassin no longer.

I swore to myself that as Raon Zigheart—not as the assassin Raon—I would restore Sylvia to her rightful place.

Clang!

In that very moment, I heard the sound of a single chain link breaking free from around my neck.

“I don’t know.”

I forced my head up, refusing to flinch from Glen Zigheart’s oppressive gaze. Suppressing the urge to close my eyes, I continued speaking.

“I was raised in the Annex Building, not this Main Mansion. I don’t know how prestigious Zigheart is or how distinguished a place it might be.”

“R-Raon!”

Sylvia called out urgently, but I didn’t turn around.

“That’s why I wish to participate in the training and discover what kind of place Zigheart truly is.”

As my words ended, everyone held their breath and stared at Glen Zigheart.

“….”

One of Glen Zigheart’s eyebrows lowered slightly.

“So you’re saying you’ll judge Zigheart’s caliber through basic training?”

“That’s the only way I can currently come to understand Zigheart.”

“Then I’ll have to instruct the instructors to prepare thoroughly. We wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

Flames kindled in Glen Zigheart’s crimson eyes, and the Audience Chamber fell into a suffocating silence.

“Grr….”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and lowered my head. At merely twelve years old, I was still a child unable to bear even a thousandth of Glen’s weight.

But this wasn’t surrender.

If I continuously refined the Ring of Fire and mastered the superior aura cultivation technique, one day I would stand before him with confidence.

I clenched my teeth, vowing to prove it through action rather than words.

‘Someday.’

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After everyone departed, silence settled over the Audience Chamber, leaving only Glen and his butler Roen.

“Did you see it?”

“Yes. I saw it clearly.

Roen nodded vigorously in response to Glen’s question.

“That one is a gem.”

Glen’s lips curved slightly upward, different from moments before.

“A twelve-year-old who speaks with such composure while enduring my pressure—I’ve never encountered one like that before.”

“I’m seeing it for the first time as well.”

Roen chuckled as he tidied his disheveled hair.

“Not only in appearance, but his bearing too—he’s the spitting image of the Lord when he was young.”

“Don’t say such strange things.”

Glen snorted dismissively, yet the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, like grass blades caught in a breeze.

“Are you considering raising the difficulty of the basic training?”

“Since there are many ears listening, I suppose I must.”

“Do you think Raon will be able to pass the training?”

“He’ll struggle just to participate in the basic training.”

Glen shook his head without hesitation.

“Thanks to the elixir, his physical condition has improved considerably, but his build and stamina are still lacking. Perhaps if he recovers more, but not now.”

“Then why….”

“I told you. There is no discrimination for those who bear the name of Zigheart.”

“I see.”

Roen smacked his lips thoughtfully.

‘Still unable to be honest with himself.’

Having spent decades together, I could discern his true intent. Glen’s overt summons of Raon wasn’t meant to pressure him, but rather to demonstrate to others that he showed no discrimination—a protective measure in reverse.

If Raon failed the training, Glen would likely bestow an elixir upon him as one might give a treat to an unloved child.

Of course, Glen himself wouldn’t have known that Raon had stepped forward of his own volition.

“I find Raon’s character agreeable, but there is one concern that troubles me.”

“The direct and collateral descendants, then.”

“Yes. They won’t react dramatically, but he will draw attention unlike before. Having withstood the patriarch’s aura, however modest the amount, marks him as noteworthy. Perhaps we should take precautions in advance….”

“No. Simply observe for now. There’s no need to provoke unnecessarily.”

“Understood.”

Roen nodded immediately at Glen’s directive, despite harboring his own reservations. To him, Glen was no different than a god.

“Patriarch. If I may ask one thing?”

“Hmm?”

“What if Raon were to pass the basic training?”

“Pass?”

Glen rested his chin in his hand, recalling the aptitude assessment from seven years ago.

‘Golden flames.’

Whether it was mere coincidence or something extraordinary had truly occurred, I wasn’t certain—but I had conjured the golden flames that only the first Patriarch of Zigheart was said to wield.

“Such a thing should not happen. But if it were to occur by some infinitesimal chance….”

A soft chuckle escaped as I rose from the jade throne.

“Then I must bestow a reward befitting such an achievement.”

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The moment I returned to the Annex Building, Sylvia dragged me into her room.

“Raon.”

Sylvia gripped both my shoulders firmly.

“What on earth were you thinking?”

“I….”

“Zigheart’s training shows no mercy to children. Your current stamina cannot endure it. You’ll only end up injured.”

Sylvia’s voice trembled with concern, her hands quivering as worry for me consumed her.

“I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

“What?”

“I don’t know exactly what emotion drove me either.”

I closed my eyes. It was true. After twelve years living with Sylvia and Helen, my emotions remained as pale and delicate as a pastel sky.

“But every time we go to the Main Mansion and Mother is disrespected, my chest tightens. That’s why I wanted to say something.”

I didn’t want to lie to Sylvia and Helen, so I spoke from my heart.

“Ah….”

“Young Master Raon.”

Sylvia’s mouth fell open, and Helen’s eyes trembled visibly.

“Sigh.”

Sylvia released her grip on my shoulders and slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again.

“Raon. I’m grateful that you think of me, but you’re still too young. You shouldn’t have to worry about your mother when you should be indulging in childish things.”

“But—”

“You don’t understand yet, but your mother is quite strong. I can endure anything.”

Sylvia bit her tongue to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

‘Such a child….’

Raon was a child far too kind for his own good. Whether he had sensed the atmosphere of the household or simply lacked the nature of other children, he never whined or complained, and he endured pain alone without a word.

Because he was such a good and gentle child, I couldn’t bear to let him walk willingly into hardship.

“I’ll go speak with your grandfather. If I ask him to postpone the training for just one year, even he might….”

“I’ll try. No—I can do it.”

Raon shook his head. It was true that he had stepped forward for Sylvia’s sake, but there was another reason as well.

The basic training was an opportunity to conduct physical cultivation openly, without worrying about Sylvia’s or Helen’s scrutiny. He couldn’t let slip away the fortune that had come to him unbidden.

“I mean it. I can do it, so believe in me.”

“It’s not a matter of whether you can or can’t—it’s that your body might deteriorate further.”

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at Sylvia’s wavering pupils.

‘So that’s what she meant.’

Our perspectives had been different all along.

I had spoken of my ability to endure the training, while Sylvia worried about my physical condition.

Because of those days when I had valued only results as an assassin, I had failed to understand her heart.

“Then I’ll give up immediately if my condition worsens.”

I offered this new reassurance to ease Sylvia’s concerns.

“You never tell me when you’re in pain. How can I trust you!”

“I promise.”

“Sigh…”

Sylvia grasped her head and exhaled a weary sigh.

“Sylvia. Why not trust young master Raon just this once?”

“Helen, you know what Raon is like…”

“The training intensity is certainly high, but this chief instructor has the keenest eye in all of Zigheart. He’ll know the young master’s condition and will stop the training before it becomes severe.”

“Sigh…”

After hearing Helen’s words, Sylvia sighed and looked down at me gently.

“Raon. Can you really promise? If anything feels wrong with your body, you must tell me immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I nodded calmly in response.

“I’ll trust you this once.”

“Thank you.”

“Still, I can’t just sit idle.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m going to the 5th Training Ground. I should at least let them know.”

With those words, she dashed out of the room.

“Young Master Raon.”

The moment Sylvia left, Helen knelt down and met my eyes.

“You absolutely must not overexert yourself! If it becomes too difficult, you must give up immediately. Do you understand?”

“I understand. How many times are you going to say this?”

“Not just a few times—even dozens of times wouldn’t be enough. You must remember that you are weaker than other children, and you need to abandon your stubbornness.”

“Fine.”

Helen was just as worried as Sylvia, so she simply nodded.

‘I’m sorry, but I have no intention of giving up first.’

Even if my lungs burst and I died, I wouldn’t stop. The harder I pushed, the higher my Ring of Fire realm would rise, strengthening both body and spirit.

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I headed toward the small Garden behind the Annex Building.

“After visiting the Main Mansion, this place feels rather empty.”

The Main Mansion boasted a sprawling training ground and refined gardens along with various other facilities, while the Annex Building had only a small garden and a lake.

It was too cramped to train without Sylvia’s notice, but it possessed a certain charm of its own.

I settled into a chair in the garden.

‘Training will be quite grueling.’

Just as Sylvia and Helen had worried, my body was still far from perfect. Residual cold lingered within my mana pathways, my growth was delayed, and my stamina remained insufficient.

Zigheart’s training was notorious for its severity, so even the foundational exercises for children would prove overwhelming.

Yet I possessed something beyond that—the memories of a past life that had endured even greater torment. With those recollections intact, I would never break.

‘Now the real journey begins.’

If mastering the Ring of Fire since birth had been the foundation, then the training beginning next month would be the groundwork for constructing a house.

I had to lay that foundation solidly to build towering structures in the future.

“Time to show what I’m made of.”

I will demonstrate achievements that surpass any direct descendant, silencing all those fools who dared mock us.

‘And that man. Derus Robert.’

My revenge would be delayed slightly due to matters here, but my true target remained the Heavenly Sword Saint, Derus Robert.

I would never stop until the day I tore away Derus’s mask and severed his neck.

“Haah….”

Raon closed his eyes as he watched the golden sun sink beneath the western horizon, drawing in mana.

The ring of fire encircling his heart began to rotate with fierce intensity.

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