The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 604

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Chapter 604

I bit my lip as I watched Rimer stumbling about carelessly.

‘This is driving me insane….’

If I were alone, I wouldn’t hesitate to risk my life clashing with King Roman, but now I had too many people to protect.

King Roman said he would leave on his own, so I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly picking a fight.

-And that too….

Wrath grinned while clutching his flushed face.

-He’s become a fool, hasn’t he? If he went from Demon King to fool, should we call that a promotion?
‘A promotion my ass!’

It was the worst epithet imaginable!

The very act of establishing such a ridiculous epithet would surely damage King Roman’s reputation. It seemed he wouldn’t simply back down.

“….”

King Roman’s eyes gleamed with a sinister light, as if he would tear out Rimer’s throat on the spot.

“You will die because of that mouth of yours one day.”
“Yeah. Sure. I’ll die, and you’ll be a fool… Ugh!”

I rushed forward, even stepping on Taehwa’s foot, and clamped my hand over Rimer’s mouth.

“Please, just keep quiet.”

I drove my knee into his waist so he couldn’t even struggle.

“Hngh!”

Rimer staggered and collapsed from the impact to his waist.

“That fool disrupted the flow, so let me start again.”

King Roman glanced briefly at Rimer before turning his gaze back to me.

“Two years ago, when we spoke of a life-or-death duel, I never imagined you’d grow to this extent. Your progress is almost absurd. However….”

He spun the axe on his fingertip, lowering his gaze.

“Those two years have given me opportunities as well. I’m still not enough. If you wish to survive, climb higher.”
“If I survive, wouldn’t you die?”
“What is a life-or-death duel? It’s a battle where one dies and one lives. For a warrior to fall by the hand of a stronger opponent is a blessing.”

King Roman smiled refreshingly, as if a warrior dying in a battle where they gave their all was fortune itself.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the smile bloom on King Roman’s lips.

‘Is this King Roman’s true nature?’

Every time we met, he broke his promises, so I thought he was a madman. But now that I think about it, he had never killed anyone before, nor has he now.

He never touched the weak. Instead, he only set goals for them to move forward.

Even if his true intention was to fight a stronger version of me, it certainly came across as consideration.

He wasn’t a good person, but I couldn’t simply label him as pure evil either.

‘People truly wear many faces.’

I gained a different kind of life wisdom than martial knowledge and nodded.

“I shall see you on January 1st of next year, King Roman.”

Though I understood his intentions, I showed proper courtesy since I had received his consideration in his own way.

“It’s strange that a monster like that emerged under you.”

King Roman sighed while looking at Rimer, then turned his back.

“Don’t you dare run away.”

He had already boarded the Ill Fortune without hesitation and turned the bow of the ship, departing without a second thought.

‘This won’t be easy.’

King Roman was strong even now, but he might stand at an even higher position next year. To break him head-on, I would need something more than mere effort.

‘Can I do it?’

No, the right question was how to do it.

The death match had already progressed to a point of no return. What I needed to think about now was only the method to defeat King Roman.

I watched the Ill Fortune receding into the distance, then released my grip on Rimer’s arm.

“Hey! You coward! You’re going to die! To me, Raon!”

The moment his mouth was freed, he shouted insults at King Roman.

-Open that skull of his. The True Demon King suspects his brain has been replaced with thick pasta.
‘That might actually be true.’

I sighed and stepped in front of Rimer.

“What were you thinking? Why provoke someone who was already leaving?”
“I hate it when people break their promises.”

Rimer frowned, watching the direction King Roman had departed.

“Besides, he abandoned his own epithet. I created it for him. He should be thanking me instead!”

He shrugged his shoulders, insisting he had done nothing wrong.

‘This is exhausting.’

I sighed and turned away. Rather than argue with Rimer, who wouldn’t listen to reason, it seemed better to use my remaining energy to remove the iron chain collars around the elves’ necks.

I crossed over to the ferry and saw a young elf wearing an iron chain collar around her neck. It was the child Leiran had called Heyrin.

“Ugh…”

When I brought my hand to her neck, the child’s shoulders trembled violently. She seemed to fear humans.

“Don’t worry.”

Leiran grasped Heyrin’s shoulder and offered a warm smile.

“This is the one who saved you. Trust your sister and endure.”

It was the most tender expression I had seen from her yet.

I exchanged a glance with Leiran before grasping Heyrin’s necklace.
Following the method Rector had explained, I pushed aura from within, and the necklace snapped and fell away.

“Ah!”

Heyrin touched her liberated neck, her lips quivering. Tears glistened in her eyes as she bowed her head.

“Th-thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”

I stroked Heyrin’s hair and then approached the next elf still wearing her necklace.

-That young-looking elf is probably older than you, isn’t she?
‘Don’t bring that up…’

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Siyan exhaled in relief as she watched me freeing the elves from their necklaces.

‘Thank goodness.’

She had been deeply worried about those necklaces even after rescuing her kin, but I removed the iron chain necklaces without hesitation, as if such concerns were unnecessary.

‘Without Raon today, I would have accomplished nothing.’

Thanks to Raon, I learned that such an auction could be orchestrated, and because he drew their attention, I was able to safely extract everyone.

Even after we escaped, he alone stood against the powerful ones ahead, protecting us all. Without him, total annihilation would not have been surprising.

Siyan blinked as she watched Raon unfasten the necklace of the last of her kin.

‘Ah! Now that I think about it….’

So many things had happened at once that my mind had been scattered, but now I realized there was much to organize.

‘He’s been spouting remarkable words one after another.’

Today, every time Raon opened his mouth, he unleashed maxims worthy of being preserved as family heirlooms. I retrieved his cries that remained in my memory.

‘First, wherever I am is Zigheart itself. That has to be the best.’

When Raon spoke those words, even though my mind was consumed with worry about my kin, my entire body erupted in goosebumps.
I could feel his conviction about Zigheart so intensely that I trembled.

‘There was so much more.’

So that I would never forget Raon’s maxims, I immediately pulled out my notebook and began recording all of his actions and words from today.

‘I have to write the next biography myself.’

The biography of Raon Zigheart regarding Sepia cannot be handed over to anyone. Every detail has been written down.

“Wherever I am is Zigheart, if the axe is not heavy, I will behead… hehehehe.”

Siyan continued recording Raon’s deeds with a delighted grin spreading across her face.

“Siyan?”

Raon approached her upon hearing the peculiar sound of her laughter.

‘Is something wrong with her?’

Concerned by her strange expression, I looked over to see her scribbling in her notebook with a smirk, recording everything I had said and done so far.

“You bastard!”

On the opposite side, Rimer was still shouting at King Roman, calling him a bastard.

I glanced at Siyan and Rimer in turn, then rubbed my temples.

‘Is something wrong with this family?’

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Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble.

A heavy tremor spread from deep within the Zigheart Family Estate.

“It’s starting again.”
“It was quiet for a while, but now it’s gotten worse.”
“I heard a large monster appeared on Bekmang Mountain.”
“I heard a spirit was born.”
“It’s just an earthquake.”

The swordsmen, now accustomed to the tremors, chatted while glancing up at the shaking ceiling.

“Well, it’ll stop soon enough.”
“It’s been going on since morning though….”
“Don’t worry. It should be fine… huh?”
“What, what is this!”

As if mocking the swordsmen’s complacency, the tremor suddenly intensified. Gray dust scattered from the ceiling above, and decorative items fell as if they had lost their way.

“You, you’re too strong!”
“Is this really going to collapse?”
“It’s hard to even stand!”

The swordsmen, frightened by the violent tremor, sat down and swallowed hard.

“It won’t collapse.”

Chad approached with measured steps and shook his head as the swordsmen’s faces drained of color.

“Swordsmen of the Zigheart should not be frightened by a mere tremor like this.”
“Ah….”
“We… we apologize!”

The swordsmen lowered their heads, watching Chad maintain his calm gaze even as violent vibrations shook the ground beneath them.

“It will settle down shortly if you can just endure it.”

Chad bowed to the swordsmen and opened the door to the Audience Chamber.
The moment I stepped inside, what caught my eye was Glen’s trembling leg. He was shaking it so violently that the platform beneath him seemed ready to crumble.

‘Here we go again.’

The Northern Region’s tyrant, known for being not just cold but ruthless, had only one reason for shaking his leg like this: Raon Zigheart had not arrived at the appointed time.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen let out a quiet chuckle as he observed Glen.

“Head of House, please calm yourself.”
“Calm…?”

Glen furrowed his brow at Roen.

“That brat should have arrived long ago, yet he still hasn’t shown up. How can you ask me to calm down?”

Unable to contain himself, he began shaking his leg even more forcefully.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!

Fine dust scattered from the ceiling and window frames of the Audience Chamber, which Roen meticulously cleaned every day.

“He should have arrived long ago, yet there’s been no word at all. Something must have happened!”

Glen gripped the right armrest with his massive hand. The armrest, which had been repaired over twenty times, turned into scrap metal once again.

“I didn’t intend to send him off with that lazy fool!”

He sighed, clearly regretting having sent Rimer along.

“Um, um, Head of House….”

Chad approached Glen and bowed his head.

“They’re on their way now.”
“What?”
“The commander of the Gwangpung Corps and the vice commander are returning as we speak. They should arrive within the hour.”
“Why are you telling me this only now!”

Glen’s voice thundered at Chad, and the mana within the Audience Chamber trembled as if a fierce tempest were sweeping through.

“And you call yourself the master of the Bi-Yeon Society, yet you bring such information only now! What have you been doing all this time!”
“Ah, well, they appeared quite suddenly—perhaps they were being cautious since the Elves are traveling with them.”

Chad hunched his shoulders like a child caught by a ruffian, shaking his head.

“Tsk.”

Glen stopped his trembling legs and rose to his feet. The vibrations that had enveloped the Zigheart Family Estate all day finally ceased.

“Roen. Bring the preparations we made.”
“Yes.”

Roen maintained his gentle smile as he entered the chamber to the right.

“Master of the Bi-Yeon Society.”
“Ah, yes!”
“Summon the executives.”

Glen flicked his finger, commanding all the executives currently in the family to be brought forth.

“Understood!”
“Wait.”

Glen shook his head as Chad hurried toward the exit.

“Don’t call Aris. Just leave her be.”
“But….”

Chad swallowed hard and turned away.

“Lady Aris has already left, sir.”
“Left?”
“Y-yes, she rushed out saying she was going to greet Lord Raon….”
Crash!

Glen smashed the armrest of the left Jade Throne with his left fist—a section that had already been repaired more than thirty times.

“Why did that wench find out first!”
“S-she was staying at the Bi-Yeon Society. The moment word came of the Gwangpung Corps Commander, she bolted out, and we couldn’t stop her….”
“Tch.”

Glen bit his lip in irritation.

“Enough. Summon the executives at once.”
“Y-yes, sir….”

Chad bowed and left the Audience Chamber.

“Sigh….”

A deep sigh escaped from the depths of my lungs.

‘This is unbearable.’

Caught between Aris and Glen, taking blows from both sides, my heart burned with anguish every single day.
The moment Raon’s name came up, both of them would convulse with emotion—I couldn’t manage it.

‘Should I just quit?’

I’d never heard that even the previous head of the Bi-Yeon Society suffered such torment, so a sigh escaped unbidden.

‘I’m exhausted….’

As I trudged wearily down the corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall, the swordsmen I’d encountered on the way here approached, their eyes gleaming.

“L-Lord Chad!”
“How did you know the earthquake would stop?”
“Could you possibly be reading the heavens themselves….”
“He’s the Lord of the Bi-Yeon Society! In the Northern Region, nothing escapes the Lord’s gaze!”
“Truly magnificent!”

The swordsmen believed every word they had spoken before entering the Audience Chamber, convinced that I had cast some sort of spell.

“Hmm….”

Chad merely smiled softly in silence. He gave a light nod and passed through the corridor.

“Such humility….”
“Truly, he is the master of the Bi-Yeon Society.”

The swordsmen marveled even at this display.

Chad suppressed the laughter threatening to escape and headed toward the hall.

‘Should I hold it in a bit longer?’

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I gazed upon the proud castle walls of Zigheart and exhaled a shallow breath.

‘Finally, I can rest.’

All this time, I had deliberately taken treacherous paths and concealed my presence to prepare for any unexpected attacks.
I hadn’t slept properly, hadn’t eaten properly, but seeing those towering walls, the tension finally began to ease.

“Let’s go. Now we can finally rest well.”

I offered the Elves a gentle smile and approached the city gate, when something suddenly erupted from atop the castle wall.

BOOM!

Like a mountain goat scaling a cliff, the woman descended through the air with graceful bounds, her body twisting mid-fall before she landed on solid ground.

She lifted her head sharply. Sunset-colored hair and striking, refreshing features—Aris Zigheart stood before me.

“Ah, Aris?”
“Joker!”

Aris Zigheart embraced me, a deep smile blooming across her lips.

“Why are you so late! I’ve been waiting for you every single day!”

She spoke of how much she’d missed me, her grip tightening with intensity. From her flowing sunset-hued hair wafted the warm fragrance of the sea.

“I apologize. There were some matters that came up along the way.”

I laughed awkwardly and shook my head.

“Hey.”

While still holding me, Aris Zigheart fixed a sharp glare on Rimer.

“Huh…?”

Rimer, who had been standing dazed, blinked in confusion at Aris Zigheart’s icy aura.

“What are you doing here! If you can’t do anything else, at least submit reports properly!”
“Well, that is…”
“You’re truly incompetent. Raon sends the reports every time—what exactly are you doing?”
“That’s because…”
“Enough. Do better from now on. If this happens again, you’re done for.”
“No, I…”

She cut off Rimer’s words entirely and approached the Elves. She was a tempest incarnate.

“Ah, so you are the envoys from Sepia. How wonderful to meet you.”

Aris Zigheart smiled brightly, as if she hadn’t just been scowling moments before. Her natural beauty was so striking that the entire atmosphere shifted in an instant.

“Ah, hello.”

Siyan bowed her head toward Aris. Her speech was still a bit halting, but it was a world of difference compared to when they first met.

“Wow, your face is insane.”

Aris was equally astonished by Siyan’s appearance, her mouth falling open.

“Pardon?”
“No, it’s nothing. You must be exhausted from the journey here, so let’s head inside right away.”

She immediately led the group toward the City Gate, eager to proceed inside.

“Please wait.”

Iliun, the Chief Steward standing before the City Gate, blocked the entrance.

“We welcome the visit of the elves. However, since this is your first visit, I must verify your identities….”
“Hey.”

Aris frowned as she looked at Iliun.

“Yes?”

Iliun flinched and stepped back.

“Are you doubting the guests that Raon brought here?”
“N-no, I’m simply trying to verify—”
“If that idiot brought them, then yes, you should scrutinize every last detail and investigate each one thoroughly.”

Aris pointed at Rimer while biting her lip.

“Why am I getting dragged into this….”

Rimer, disrespected twice in succession, let his shoulders drop.

“But they came to the Family Estate to express their gratitude for Raon’s help! And you want to conduct an inspection? Do you have a death wish?”
“Ah, I understand, but I’m simply doing my duty—”
“So you don’t trust Raon?”
“That’s not it. Sigh….”

Iliun realized that Aris wouldn’t listen to reason and shook his head.

“Understood. Please go ahead.”
“Thanks.”

Aris waved her hand, urging me to hurry.

“…Let’s go.”

I exhaled deeply and glanced at the elves. As I suggested we depart, Siyan pulled out her notebook again and began muttering to herself.

“Raon’s trustworthiness is unparalleled even within the Zigheart. Incomparable to that older brother….”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to Siyan’s murmuring.

‘This ridiculous rumor is going to spiral out of control again.’

That already absurd legend would transform into an utterly implausible fantasy.

I shook my head and followed Aris toward the Zigheart Family Estate.

“Raon.”

Aris approached from the side and tapped my shoulder.

“But why are you so late?”
“There were circumstances.”
“Circumstances?”
“Yes. I’ll explain once we reach the Family Estate.”
“Tell me a bit before that.”

She spread her fingers slightly, indicating she wanted to hear beforehand.

“Very well.”

I gave her a brief account of what had transpired. Since it was quite a lengthy tale, by the time I finished speaking, we had already arrived at the entrance to the Audience Chamber.

“Let’s go in.”

Aris opened the door to the Audience Chamber with an unusually radiant smile.
Word of my arrival had apparently spread, for the family’s executives were already waiting before the pillars inside the Audience Chamber.

As I stepped forward to stand before the platform, receiving gazes laden with various emotions, Aris suddenly bounded ahead and cried out.

“Head of House! Raon has accomplished another remarkable feat, so please don’t scold him!”

Aris laughed brightly, explaining that I had rescued the kidnapped Elves.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long breath, having somehow anticipated this would happen.

“Head of House, I greet….”

I attempted to raise my gaze to offer proper greetings, but stopped short. Glen’s crimson eyes gleamed with an icy, piercing light.

‘What is it this time….’

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