The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 605

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Chapter 605

Aris Zigheart stepped forward directly in front of the Platform and raised her hand.

“Since everyone must be busy, let me explain quickly….”
“Aris Zigheart.”

Glen Zigheart’s cold gaze fell upon her without mercy.

“We are not alone in this place. Keep your silence.”
“Ah….”

Aris Zigheart glanced at the Elves standing behind Raon and withdrew to the side of the Platform.

“I welcome the emissaries from Sepia.”

Glen Zigheart observed the Elves standing behind Raon and bowed his head respectfully. Unexpectedly, he chose to show courtesy to his guests before addressing the matters at hand.

“Thank you for welcoming us.”

Siyan, the representative of the delegation, stepped forward and positioned herself beside Raon. She removed the hood covering her head and bowed deeply.

“I am Siyan of the Yuhwa Branch Tribe, paying my respects to the King of the Northern Region.”
“Ah….”
“Ha….”
“Mm….”

All the executives except Glen Zigheart momentarily lost their words upon seeing Siyan’s face.
Many found themselves unable to tear their eyes away, as if entranced.

“I’ve heard that High Elves are beautiful, but….”
“Indeed. I never expected it to be this striking.”
“I would believe it if you called her a goddess.”
“Compose yourselves. The Head of House is present.”

Though some remained entranced, most quickly regained their composure and averted their gazes.

“Hmm.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, seeming more attentive to Siyan’s words than her appearance.

“The Yuhwa Branch Tribe, then….”
“That’s correct.”

Siyan turned toward Rimer with a faint smile.

“The commander of the Gwangpung Corps is my older brother.”
“Hmph!”

Rimer hummed proudly, his chin held high as if boasting about his younger sister.

“I suspected as much.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated this to some degree.

However, among the executives, a very faint murmur arose—something about how they didn’t look alike, with one being far less attractive than the other.

“I know you must be exhausted, but I’d appreciate it if you could wait a moment.”

Glen shook his head briefly at Siyan.

“Those present here don’t yet know what transpired in Sepia, so we must first hear the circumstances.”
“Of course.”

Siyan stepped back, indicating she would wait as long as necessary.

“Raon Zigheart.”

At Glen’s call, Raon stepped forward.

“Yes.”
“Report everything that happened in Sepia. Leave nothing out.”
“Understood. We went to Sepia to return the commander’s sword. We entered without major incident and were able to meet Sterin, the current Guardian, without difficulty. However, during the Elf ceremony….”

Raon exhaled after explaining everything that had occurred in Sepia.

“Eden! Those mad bastards went that far!”
“W-we defeated someone wearing the Fire Spirit King’s helm?”
“How could we have won against an opponent growing stronger by the moment?”
“I can’t believe we obtained the World Tree’s fruit. I heard even the High Elves couldn’t acquire it.”
“Every single thing about this is hard to believe.”

The executives couldn’t hide their astonishment, exhaling shallow breaths.

The Main Lineage executives tried to find fault with everything, but their voices lacked conviction—perhaps because Karun wasn’t present.

“Regardless of the rest, the part about consuming the World Tree’s fruit seems genuine….”
“His aura has solidified more densely. Achieving such growth in such a short span would be impossible without an elixir of that caliber.”
“Then does that mean he truly defeated the Monster that grows stronger with each moment?”

The executives’ lips trembled as they felt the oppressive aura naturally emanating from Raon.

“Ahem!”

Glen watched the executives chattering but made no move to silence them, offering only a soft cough. The corners of his mouth quivered delicately, like leaves scattered by the wind.

“I’m curious about one thing—was the World Tree’s fruit delicious?”

Aris Zigheart raised her hand eagerly.

“Well….”
“Aris.”

Glen frowned as he looked at Aris Zigheart.

“Why are you only scolding me!”

Aris Zigheart pouted and returned to her original seat.

“What happened after that?”

Glen gestured with his finger, as if telling me to explain why I had been delayed.

“I encountered strange trouble on the way back to Zigheart.”
“Strange trouble?”
“Yes. There were Elves wearing hoods, and they seemed to be asking me to sell them after recognizing my identity. I found that suspicious, so….”

I recounted the incident that had occurred in Sepia, followed by the story of rescuing the Elves at the Maritime Market.

“…And so the triple duel ended. Since enemies might pursue us, I returned with my appearance concealed.”
“Hah!”

Valdemar exhaled sharply, as if at a loss for words.

“You killed Siran? An Elder Council member of the North-South Alliance?”
“I was fortunate.”

I nodded calmly. That statement about fortune was sincere.
Had Siran come fully prepared, it could have been me submerged in the water instead.

“This is… insane….”
“How long has it been since you reached Grand Master, and already….”
“Siran has aged, so her realm wouldn’t be what it once was. But even accounting for that, this is absurd.”

The executives fell silent in astonishment.

“What amazes me more is how you tracked down the Maritime Market using just a small clue from a tavern. Your judgment is extraordinary.”
“And the triple duel with the Demon King? Everything you’ve accomplished is of legendary caliber.”

The Main Lineage members fell silent, while the executives favorable to me continued to express their amazement.

“Hmm!”

Glen raised his left hand to hide the corners of his mouth, which had begun trembling in convulsions. His hand trembled visibly instead of his mouth.

“Is that all?”
“Yes, it is.”
“H-Head of House.”

As I answered affirmatively, Siyan, who had been standing back, stepped forward with trembling fingertips.

“What is it?”

Glen nodded as if inviting me to speak.

“Through your achievement in protecting the World Tree—no, Sepia—and saving our kindred at the Maritime Market, we of Sepia have come to regard you, Raon, as our race’s greatest benefactor.”

Siyan met Glen’s gaze, where heat flickered in his eyes, and bowed her head.

“We also extend our gratitude to the Zigheart to which you belong.”
“Is this the will of the Guardian alone?”
“Not only the Guardian’s will, but the will of our entire Elf Clan.”

She closed her eyes as she spoke of it as the will of all elves.

“Ahem! I understand well.”

Glen’s cheeks flushed crimson. Though he seemed warm, he refused to lower the hand covering his mouth.

“And, and…”

Siyan stepped forward with resolve, her hands clasped before her chest.

“There is something you, Raon, have not yet conveyed.”
“Hmm?”

I narrowed my eyes as I listened to Siyan’s words.

‘What is she talking about?’

I couldn’t understand what I had supposedly left unsaid, as there was nothing I had deliberately hidden.

“What might that be?”
“You, Raon, have become the older brother of the Fire Spirit King!”

At that declaration, silence descended upon the Patriarch’s Hall.

“What…?”
“Not a contractor of the Fire Spirit King, but his older brother?”
“What did I just hear? The older brother of the Fire Spirit King?”
“No matter how you look at it, an older brother…?”

Not only the executives, but also Glen and Roen, who had heard the report beforehand about being the Fire Spirit King’s contractor, widened their eyes.

“I was fortunate enough to contract with the Water Spirit King thanks to Raon. That Water Spirit King told me that Raon had become the Fire Spirit King’s older brother.”

Siyan’s voice and expression were so grave that even the skeptical executives fell silent.

“Ugh!”

I lifted my head with a groan escaping my lips.

‘Why would you say that!’

I looked at Siyan with a reproachful gaze, but she twisted her body with a pleased expression as if to say, “Didn’t I do well?” I struck my chest in frustration.

“Commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”
“Yes…”

At Glen’s call, I swallowed a sigh internally and stepped forward.

“Is that really true?”
“…It did happen.”

Since it wasn’t a lie, I nodded briefly.

“No, you’re asking us to believe that…”
“Then you won’t believe it? A High Elf from Sepia said it?”
“But that person is also a contractor of the Water Spirit King.”
“I know that, but it just doesn’t make sense…”

The executives began to quarrel, finding this matter alone difficult to believe.

“That’s not all.”

Siyan seemed pleased by the executives’ reaction regarding Raon’s name and licked her lips again.

“It’s about what happened at the Maritime Market. When the warriors of the North-South Alliance threatened us, saying that the master of the Feren River was neither Zigheart nor Sepia, Raon said something.”

She clenched both fists as if this was something she absolutely had to convey.

“Wherever I stand is Zigheart!”

Everyone in the Audience Chamber fell silent, their jaws dropping.

“Kgh….”

Glen was thrown backward, his back slamming against the backrest of the Jade Throne as his head tilted back. His Adam’s apple trembled as if it might be torn from his throat.

‘What? What’s wrong with him?’

As Raon blinked at Glen’s bizarre reaction, the executives on both sides began speaking in turn.

“Wherever I stand is Zigheart? Isn’t that a bit arrogant?”
“Right. He’s not even the Head of House….”
“That’s true. He shouldn’t have said that….”
“Shouldn’t have said that?”

Aris lifted her foot and brought it down hard on the floor of the Audience Chamber.

Crash!

She stepped over the shattered debris, her brow furrowed.

“That’s exactly the right thing to say!”

Aris pointed at Raon and continued.

“It’s not arrogance—it’s the mindset every Zigheart swordsman must possess when they venture forth into the world!”

She clenched her fist, affirming that Raon’s confidence was entirely justified.

“Sister is right about this.”

Valdemar, who had been quiet in Karun’s absence, nodded his head.

“A Zigheart swordsman venturing beyond our borders should carry the confidence that the entire Continent is our domain. Well done!”

Valdemar looked at Raon and gave him a thumbs up.

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Valdemar.

‘Well….’

He’d probably curse again later, but for now, it seemed like genuine praise. It was remarkable how simple-minded he was.

“I share the same sentiment.”

Denier drew a faint smile as he looked at Raon.

“It’s not arrogance—it’s a perfect demonstration of what happens when you touch the Zigheart. I believe he deserves our praise.”

He even offered applause to Valdemar.

“….”

Aris Zigheart watched Denier with a displeased expression, her eyes narrowing.

“Ahem!”

At the small cough, I glanced up toward the Platform.

Glen Zigheart’s cheeks and forehead were flushed as if seared by flames. His skin seemed to be reddening further, as though his condition was deteriorating.

“There’s more. When that person called an Elder of the Nambuk Alliance arrived….”
“Siyan.”

I grasped Siyan’s sleeve and shook my head.

“That’s enough now….”
“Wait.”

Glen’s condition looked poor, so I was about to suggest we stop, but the man himself raised his hand.

“I need to know what you did so I can prepare for what comes next.”

He nodded to Siyan, signaling her to continue.

“Continue.”
“Ah, yes!”

Siyan seemed to have found her confidence thanks to Glen, and she even pulled out her notebook, beginning to recite the contents she had written down so far.

“When Raon met with the Elder Council members, he said he would send them to their grandsons’ sides….”

Raon watched Siyan, who had even raised her voice as if reciting poetry, and squeezed his eyes shut.

‘When did she become so confident like this…’

Please save me….

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Siyan finally stepped back only after recounting all of Raon’s deeds. It was remarkable how someone who had been so timid and easily embarrassed had transformed so completely.

Glen, who had been tilting his head back for a while, lowered his gaze once more.
His eyes held their usual light, but his hand still covered his mouth, and it trembled as if an earthquake were occurring.

Glen nodded gently toward Siyan.

“Thank you for telling me the precise truth.”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”

Siyan, as if coming to her senses only now, shook her head with both cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Because we have received much help from Raon, we of Sepia wish to maintain good relations with Zigheart.”

She withdrew a letter from the Guardian Sterin from her bosom.

Whoooosh!

As Glen gave a light nod of his chin, the letter held in Siyan’s hand rose of its own accord and was drawn into his grasp.

“Hmm….”

Glen finished reading the letter and nodded slowly.

“An alliance, then….”
“Not to form an alliance immediately. Rather, we wish to begin dialogue between our organizations.”
“I see. I’ll regard it favorably for now.”

He folded the letter carefully and tucked it into his chest.

“Thank you.”

Siyan bowed respectfully and stepped back.

“Then….”

Glen’s gaze turned toward me. His eyes, which had grown slightly softer than usual, held a warmth I rarely witnessed.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”
“Yes, Head of House.”
“You’ve worked hard.”
“…No, sir.”

I smiled faintly and shook my head. Hearing those words of acknowledgment from the person I respected most—the weariness that had accumulated seemed to vanish in an instant.

“I’ve told you this before, but excessive humility is not a virtue.”

Glen shook his head.

“Great deeds deserve recognition befitting their worth.”

Because of my achievements in rescuing Sepia and the kidnapped Elves, even those from the Main Lineage offered no objections.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad, step forward onto the Platform.”
“Yes.”

I steadied my breathing and ascended the Platform, standing before Glen.

“In recognition of your protection of the World Tree and your rescue of the Elves, I bestow upon you a gold medal, a supreme-grade artifact, and an elixir of eternal youth.”

Glen retrieved a gold medallion, a pair of exquisite leather gloves, and a wooden box containing spirit elixir from the tray Roen had been holding.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the rewards Glen offered and bowed deeply.

“Next, Dorian Sepia.”
“Yes, sir!”

Dorian bit his tongue in surprise at hearing his name called and climbed onto the platform.

“I hear you also contributed to protecting Sepia.”
“I, I really didn’t do much.”
“I grant you a silver medallion, a martial arts manual, and spirit elixir.”
“Th, thank you! Ugh!”

Dorian’s voice cracked as he expressed his gratitude, and his face flushed red.

Next, Yua was called forward.

“Despite your inexperience, you fought without hesitation. Your merit is worthy of recognition. I grant you a renowned blade and spirit elixir.”
“Thank you!”

Unlike Dorian, Yua cried out her gratitude in a clear, resonant voice.

Glen watched Yua descend from the platform before turning his gaze toward Siyan.

“You must be weary from the journey here. I think it best we discuss the matter of relations between Zigheart and Sepia starting two days hence.”
“I appreciate your consideration.”

Siyan bowed her head with measured composure.

“Everyone may leave now.”

Glen waved his hand, signaling the end of today’s meeting. The doors of the Audience Chamber opened, and the executives began filing out.

“Wait, hold on!”

Rimer stepped forward, blinking rapidly.

“I did everything I was supposed to do! Why don’t I get a reward too!”

He cried out demanding compensation for himself, but given the shocking events that had unfolded today, no one paid him any attention.

“Listen to me! I contributed too!”

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The moment the executives left, Glen lowered the hand covering his mouth. Both corners of his lips curved upward so high they seemed to reach the heavens—at an angle that would cause convulsions from laughter.

“Did everyone hear that?”
“Of course.”

Roen pulled a notebook from his pocket. He too began reading with a broad grin spreading across his face.

“Where I stand is Zigheart itself!”
“Pfft!”

Glen burst into delighted laughter, unable to contain himself.

“I was certainly surprised when I heard those words myself.”

Rimer chuckled softly as he recalled what had happened at the Auction House.

“Even though the situation was at its worst, the moment I heard Raon’s words, strength surged through my entire body.”

He clenched his fist, saying those words themselves were moving.

“It seems he has grown not only in the vessel of martial arts, but spiritually as well.”

Roen smiled warmly, as if proud of Raon.

“That’s right. Now Zigheart must be looming large in that boy’s heart too.”

Rimer nodded with a faint smile.

“I’m more impressed that he stood against the Demon King.”

Aris pushed off from the pillar, a faint smile crossing her face.

“To say he’d behead the Demon King if the axe weren’t so heavy—is it truly possible for someone his age to possess such audacity?”

She let out a genuine laugh, genuinely impressed by Raon.

“Father.”

Aris turned her gaze toward Glen, her lips curling slightly.

“Don’t you think he’s now qualified not just in strength, but in spirit as well?”
“What are you getting at?”
“You already know what I mean.”

She winked with a playful smile.

“Successor.”

Aris stroked her chin as she gazed at Glen.

“Aren’t you considering adding Raon to the list of successor candidates?”

Glen looked at Aris, his eyes closing gently before opening again. His lips moved faintly.

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