The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 606

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Chapter 606

“I share that sentiment.”

Rimer lifted his left hand while leaning his back against a pillar.

“When I previously spoke of Raon as having the vessel of a king, my own hopes were mixed in, but now I believe Raon possesses more than sufficient qualifications to be a candidate for the successor of Zigheart.”

He regarded Glen with a serious gaze, unlike his usual demeanor.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen let out a dry chuckle.

“Indeed, his back and shoulders have certainly broadened. He hardly seems insufficient to bear the weight of the family.”

He nodded in agreement with Aris’s words.

“Your words ring true.”

Glen’s eyes reflected a calm certainty, as though he were merely stating facts.

“Reaching Grand Master at twenty-one, his martial prowess, an impressive record of completing numerous missions, and the reputation and renown he has spread across the entire Continent. His qualifications are more than sufficient.”

Even as he praised Raon, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

“Moreover, if the delegation representative’s testimony today holds true, he lacks nothing in terms of character either.”

Glen recalled the words Siyan had spoken and swallowed dryly.

‘I never expected him to say such things.’

I had believed Raon held affection only for the Gwangpung Corps and the Annex Building, with no particular attachment to Zigheart itself.

Yet that boy had spoken words I had never even conceived of.

‘Where I stand is Zigheart itself….’

Those words could not be spoken without genuine affection for Zigheart.
Feeling that Raon’s thoughts toward Zigheart had changed warmed my heart.

‘But there’s one thing I regret.’

I deeply wish I could have witnessed him say those words myself.

I should have been there to see Raon declare that where I am is Zigheart, to witness the shock on the faces of those dregs from the Nambuk Alliance. The fact that I wasn’t there left me with an ache of regret.

‘…Is there a way?’

Perhaps I should capture a dragon.

If it’s an ancient dragon skilled in magic, it might be able to use time-reversal magic. I even considered capturing one and coercing it—or rather, requesting its aid.

‘The probability is extremely low, but one never knows….’
“Father?”

As I was pondering which dragon to capture, Aris Zigheart waved her hand.

“Father, you’re lost in thought while speaking. That’s unusual.”
“Ahem.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and sank deeper into the Jade Throne.

“In any case, based on what you’re saying, it wouldn’t matter if Raon became a successor candidate, would it?”
“No.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head firmly.

“He possesses sufficient talent. However, he lacks the qualifications.”
“Are you bringing up the Main Lineage again? He doesn’t need to be the successor, and there’s no law stating that a successor candidate must be from the Main Lineage.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Pardon?”
“Raon still has a life-or-death duel remaining with the Demon King. Nothing can proceed until that matter is resolved.”
“I see….”

Aris Zigheart had nothing to say on that point either, releasing only a small sigh.

“Rimer.”
“Yes.”

At Glen’s call, Rimer stepped forward.

“Is it certain that the Demon King has grown stronger?”
“He acknowledged it himself, so it’s certain.”

Rimer exhaled softly and nodded.

“It seems he achieved spiritual enlightenment and grew as a result. Raon served as the catalyst for that breakthrough.”
“So the life-or-death duel with Raon became the spark that ignited his growth.”

Glen clicked his tongue, as if he understood the implication.

“Then it will be difficult for Raon to win now.”
“Should I go slit his throat then?”

Aris Zigheart rotated her wrist lightly, as if wringing a chicken’s neck.

“Hehehehe, I would be better suited for that task.”

Roen chuckled and bowed his head.

“Even if he’s grown stronger, assassination is entirely feasible.”

He rubbed his fingers together, suggesting it was merely a matter of timing.

“It’s not a bad idea, but….”

Glen shook his head as he met the serious gazes of the two.

“Just as the Demon King grew through this duel, it will become a stepping stone for Raon’s growth as well. Let us wait and see.”

His smile now reflected complete trust in Raon, different from before.

“How boring.”

Aris Zigheart frowned and shook her head.

“Since Raon has returned, I should play around a bit before leaving….”

As she sighed and turned to leave the Audience Chamber, a knock sounded at the door.

“Who is it… hm? Raon?”

When Aris Zigheart opened the door, Raon peeked his face inside.

“What brings you here?”
“I remembered something I failed to give you, so I came back.”
“Is that so? Come in!”

Aris Zigheart ushered Raon inside as though it were her own room.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head and walked toward the center of the Audience Chamber.

“What is it that you forgot to give?”
“Alcohol.”
“Alcohol?”
“Yes. It’s an elven fruit wine. I remembered the Head of House mentioning alcohol before, so I brought it.”

As he spoke, he withdrew a brown bottle that appeared to be made of wood from his spatial pouch.

“A-alcohol talk…?”

Glen Zigheart’s lips trembled as he asked.

“Yes. You mentioned whiskey and wine before, did you not?”
“You remembered that?”

It had been a passing remark—or rather, something he’d wanted to mention—but it was from quite some time ago.
The fact that Raon had remembered it all this while and brought such a precious elven fruit wine nearly stopped his heart.

“Yes. It may not be the alcohol you desired, but since it’s difficult to obtain, I thought of you, Head of House.”

Raon bowed his head and carefully offered the bottle.

“Cough, cough!”

Glen Zigheart covered his mouth with his hand, his jaw trembling.

“I never expected this….”

My heart was pounding so violently that my mind couldn’t function properly. I had no idea what I was even saying anymore.

“Then shall I take it instead?”

Aris Zigheart stepped forward with a smirk, licking her lips.

“I’ll kill you….”

Crimson flames blazed in Glen Zigheart’s eyes. He nearly unleashed genuine murderous intent toward his daughter before barely restraining himself.

“Ah, I understand. It was a joke. Just a joke!”

Aris Zigheart trembled and retreated, intimidated by that gaze.

“Hmm?”

Raon tilted his head, observing Glen Zigheart and Aris Zigheart.

“Ahem. Enjoy it.”

Glen Zigheart extended his still-trembling hand forward and grasped the bottle.

“Wait, was that bottle meant for the Head of House, not for Dogyae?”

Rimer exhaled sharply upon seeing the bottle.

“I intended to give some to Dogyae as well, but I presented it to the Head of House first.”
“Cough, cough!”

Glen Zigheart let out a sound that was neither quite laughter nor a cough, gripping the bottle tightly.

‘I won.’

Previously, I always made sure to grab only Dogyae’s alcohol, but this time being first myself felt delightful. I wanted to rush out immediately and boast about it to Dogyae.

“Hey, cousin. Don’t I get one?”

Aris Zigheart leaned her head against me while linking her arm through mine.

“Of course you do.”

I smiled faintly and handed Aris Zigheart a bottle of alcohol as well.

“That’s our cousin for you!”

Aris Zigheart pulled me into a tight embrace and held up the bottle toward Glen Zigheart.

“See? I have one too!”
“Hmph.”

Glen Zigheart let out a dismissive snort, his expression more mocking than composed.

“What’s with that look? It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Aris Zigheart frowned as she caught the disdainful glint in Glen Zigheart’s eyes.

“Raon!”

Rimer approached me and stretched out his hand.

“I get one too, right?”
“Hmm….”

I began to pull out a fruit wine for Rimer but stopped mid-motion.

“Ah, Head of House.”

Something came to mind, and I immediately called out to Glen Zigheart.

“There’s something else I failed to mention earlier.”
“What is it?”
“When I finished the Triple Confrontation, the Patriarch gave the Demon King a nickname—Betrayer.”

I told Aris that Rimer had given the Demon King the nickname Burale.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Aris couldn’t contain herself and burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her belly as she lay sprawled on the ground.

“Burale! I’m telling you, that guy’s completely insane!”
“….”

Unlike the delighted Aris, Glen Zigheart’s gaze had turned glacial and murderous as he fixed it upon Rimer.

“I understand. I’ll handle this myself, so go rest.”
“Yes.”

I smiled brightly as I handed Rimer a bottle of liquor, then left the Audience Chamber without hesitation.

“Um, I just remembered I have urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll be going now.”

Rimer chuckled nervously as he attempted to leave the Audience Chamber, but Roen blocked his path.

“If you could just move aside….”
“Hehehehe.”
“I really need to go.”
“Hehehehe.”
“I’m serious, I’ll die!”
“Hehehehe!”

Roen continued to emit that sinister laugh, refusing to budge an inch from his position.

“Ugh….”

Rimer’s jaw trembled as he gazed upon the crimson lightning bolts materializing in the air above.

Rumble!

Glen Zigheart’s eyes crackled with scarlet electricity as he descended, thunder roaring around him.

“I’ll scatter that liquor over your grave.”

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I exhaled a sigh of relief as I walked through the corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall.

‘I should thank Leiran for this.’

When I’d asked Leiran if she could spare a little fruit wine, I’d only wanted two bottles, but she’d generously provided ten—five times what I’d requested. Even after giving some to Dogyae, I had plenty left over, enough to host a party at the Annex Building.
Even after giving some to Dogyae, there was quite a lot left, so it seemed like we could throw a party at the Annex Building.

Don’t even think about alcohol! Let’s hurry home!

Wrath sprang out from the bracelet and thrust his face forward.

Something smells delicious! Mother must be preparing tasty food!

The guy’s eyes welled up with tears as he said he missed a proper meal besides jerky and bread.

I wondered if this was really our business, but having seen all sorts of things, I let it go and left the Patriarch’s Hall.

“If you come to the Annex Building, I’ll make you something delicious!”

Yua was smiling brightly among the Elves. Being able to always show a cheerful demeanor no matter who the other person was seemed like a talent beyond music.

“Have you seen all of this work?”

Siyan approached, blinking her eyes. She had spoken without hesitation in the Audience Chamber, but now she began to stumble over her words again. She was truly a fascinating person.

Yes. It’s finished. Let’s go now.

Walking while listening to Yua and Heyrin’s laughter, I soon found myself arriving at the Garden before the Annex Building.
Walking while listening to Yua and Heyrin’s laughter, I arrived at the Garden in front of the Annex Building before I knew it.

“That’s the Annex Building of Zigheart.”

As the cold winter passed and spring lingered, the Garden of the Annex Building had already dressed itself in green.

“That’s Raon’s birthplace!”

Siyan pulled a notebook from her bosom and began frantically scribbling incomprehensible notes and sketches.
By now I’d grown accustomed to this peculiar behavior, so I simply shook my head and walked toward the Annex Building.

As I reached for the door to the Annex Building, I heard the voices of Sylvia and her attendants coming from the direction of the Lake behind it.
When I turned that way, everyone from the Annex Building was tidying up the area around the Lake.

“Oh? Young Master!”

Helen blinked as she looked toward me.

“Raon?”

Sylvia, apparently unaware of my arrival, rushed over with her eyes wide.

“When did you get here!”
“I just arrived.”
“You should have told me in advance… hm?”

Sylvia had been smiling brightly, but her mouth fell open when she noticed the Elves behind me.

“These people are….”
“They are envoys who came with me from Sepia.”

I stepped back slightly to the side and introduced Siyan and the Elves.

“You must be Raon’s mother!”

Siyan approached eagerly and grasped Sylvia’s hand. The embarrassment vanished from her, replaced by a peculiar confidence that seemed to fill her mind.

“Yes? Oh, yes….”
“Thank you so much! I’m truly grateful!”
“What, what are you grateful for?”

Sylvia’s eyebrows twitched in bewilderment.

“For giving birth to Raon, of course! You are a beacon of light to the world!”

Siyan’s blue eyes sparkled as she spoke with genuine sincerity.

“Ahaha….”

Sylvia looked at me with an expression that seemed to ask what on earth I had done.

I muttered that I had no idea either and shrugged my shoulders.

“Thank you so much!”

Siyan bowed at a perfect right angle to Sylvia—a gesture of respect she had never shown even to Glen.

Thump.

As she lifted her head, a book tumbled from her embrace. It was my biography.

“Oh, I apologize.”
“Raon!”

Siyan picked up the book and straightened, when the back door burst open roughly and Ensia tumbled out with sword polish smudged across her face.

“The handsome Raon has arrived… huh?”

Ensia came rushing forward with a bright smile, but her eyes widened when she saw my biography in Siyan’s hands.

“Why is the Elf here? Wait, why does the Elf have that book….”
“Do you know this book?”

Siyan looked at Ensia with a delighted smile.

“Of course. I wrote it.”

Ensia thumped her chest, declaring herself the author of that very book.

“I’m, I’m a fan of this book!”

Siyan clutched my biography to her chest and let out a shriek. Her hands trembled.

“Then….”

Ensia approached Siyan and smacked her lips together.

“Handsome?”

At that testing word, Siyan broke into a wide smile and answered.

“Raon!”

The two of them silently slapped their palms together.

Crack!

The moment I heard that sound, I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘Two people who should never have met… just met.’

As I let out a sigh, Wrath grabbed my hair and shook it.

-The meal isn’t ready! Tell them to prepare the food at once!

My head was pounding. I just wanted to sleep.

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“…And that’s how we all survived! If it weren’t for you, Lord Raon, I wouldn’t be here right now!”

Siyan stood at the center of a large dining table set up in the Garden, recounting everything that had happened to Sylvia and the handmaidens.
This was the second time after the Audience Chamber, yet she showed no signs of fatigue—if anything, she seemed to grow more energized with each passing moment.

“Next, I’ll tell you how Lord Raon saved our enslaved kinfolk!”
“Woooooooow!”

Ensia let out a cheer with her feet propped up on the table. Sylvia and the other handmaidens raised their hands above their heads and applauded with anticipation.

-Just… one more thing…

Wrath pointed a plump finger at the meat pie that had barely any left.

‘That’s enough…’

My stomach was going to burst.

To accommodate Wrath’s requests, I’d stuffed myself with more than five meals’ worth of food. Any more and I wouldn’t be able to move.

-Uuugh….

Wrath shook his head regretfully, smacking his lips.

-Can’t be helped then. I suppose I’ll settle for ice cream.
‘We don’t have any.’
-What do you mean we don’t! I’ve definitely prepared some… Cough!

I kicked the muttering Wrath away and quietly excused myself from the dining table.
Even with me gone, Siyan and the residents of the Annex Building were busy continuing their own conversations.

I shook my head and entered my room.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Matching reactions with Siyan and the attendants, then eating according to Wrath’s demands—my head ached more than it would have after an actual battle. I immediately collapsed onto the bed.

‘The life-or-death duel…’

As the silence became almost tediously peaceful, the life-or-death duel with the Demon King surfaced in my mind once more.

At this moment, the Demon King was undoubtedly stronger than me. Even if I opened the Sword Realm and unleashed my Wrath, the chances of victory were slim.
If things continued as they were, January 1st next year would be the last day of my life.

‘Is training really the only way?’

There was no answer but to grow stronger through training—whether I had missions or not. If I had missions, I’d train through them; if not, I’d train regardless.
There were martial techniques that hadn’t yet reached completion, and I needed to refine them as much as possible.

-Will the True Demon King help me?

Wrath yawned and shook his head.

-The True Demon King could burst such trivial things with a mere flick of a finger.

He was in good spirits, chuckling that he’d catch me if I just threw my body at him.

‘I’ll do it myself. No, I have to break him with my own hands.’

For the sake of the Demon King who had given me two chances, I wanted to defeat him with my own strength.

‘If I do my best, I can make it work somehow.’

After organizing my thoughts and closing my eyes, I heard three knocks at the door.

“Come in.”

I sat up and looked toward the door.

Judith entered carrying a small tray with a warm, fragrant tea.

“You seemed to have overeaten today, so I brought tea that aids digestion.”
“Thank you.”

I nodded awkwardly with a smile. Because of Wrath, I had eaten everything on the table, and it seemed she had been watching.

“Where’s Karun? I don’t see him around.”
“He went on a mission. Since it’s to the South, it will take some time before he returns.”
“I see.”

I nodded and sipped the tea. Perhaps thanks to its gentle aroma, my unsettled stomach seemed to settle somewhat.

“I heard you clashed with the Demon King. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. He showed consideration.”
“Consideration, you say….”
“He held back.”

I sighed and set down the teacup.

“If he’d made up his mind, you’d be dead.”
“Hmm….”
“There’s no need to worry. We still have more than half a year left. If you just train hard enough to nearly kill yourself during that time, things will work out somehow.”

I shook my head as I watched Judith’s worried expression.

“Has anything happened on your end?”
“…No. Nothing has occurred.”

Judith nodded with a faint smile playing at her lips.

“Good. Thank you for always working so hard.”
“Not at all. You must be exhausted, so I’ll take my leave now.”

She bowed her head and closed the door behind her as she departed.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the door through which Judith had left.

-Why do you do that?
‘Something about her smile seemed a bit off.’
-Off?
‘Yes. It was just like back then….’

As I pondered this oddity, a faint presence emanated from the window. Turning my head, Glen Zigheart had already drawn near.

“Head of House!”

I sprang to my feet and opened the window.

“Come out.”

Glen gave a subtle nod, his eyes calm and composed.

“There is something I must give you.”

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