The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 607

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Chapter 607

I followed Glen Zigheart into the training courtyard near the entrance of Bekmang Mountain.

Glen Zigheart stood in the center of the courtyard, silently gazing up at Bekmang Mountain. His shoulders seemed to sway gently with the moonlight as if lost in thought.

“Head of House.”

I called out to Glen Zigheart first and stepped forward.

“What do you mean by saying you didn’t give me something?”

Glen Zigheart had given me not just the golden badge, but artifacts and elixirs as well. I had received everything there was to receive, so I couldn’t understand what was supposedly lacking.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and turned around. His crimson eyes held a chill like the night wind.

“You didn’t stop at merely saving the Elves—you even obtained the ledger to rescue those already sold at auction. This will prove invaluable in maintaining good relations with Sepia going forward. What you’ve accomplished is far too much to be compensated with merely an artifact and an elixir.”
“Hmm….”

To be honest, I thought saving the Elves and obtaining the ledger were part of the same endeavor, but there was no reason to refuse additional compensation.

—What infuriating nonsense!

Wrath bounced forward, shaking his rotund belly.

—Why does he keep giving you things like this! That old geezer’s face is cold, but his heart is soft as cotton wool!

He furrowed his brow, muttering that the old man’s face was fierce.

‘Stay quiet if you’ve eaten well.’
—I don’t want to stay quiet….
‘Then you don’t want ice cream?’
—Gulp!

I pushed Wrath’s belly, which had clamped shut, and looked toward Glen Zigheart.

“How far have you progressed with the Spear Heaven Sword?”
“I’ve mastered the Fourth Form. Though it’s far from perfect.”

Thanks to the insights I gained from facing Hongryeom-gwi and Siran, I’d become capable of executing the Fourth Form of the Spear Heaven Sword.
However, I hadn’t yet reached the stage where I could fully unfold the sword’s intent.

“As expected.”

Glen Zigheart nodded lightly, as if he’d anticipated this.

“Come here at this time starting tomorrow.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ll help guide your training for the next two weeks.”

He closed his eyes as he spoke, offering two weeks of instruction as compensation for what I’d accomplished.

My eyes widened at his words.

‘This is far greater compensation than an elixir.’

A Master’s perspective and a Grand Master’s perspective were worlds apart. Now that I’d ascended to Grand Master, my capacity for understanding had expanded—I could absorb Glen’s teachings with far greater nuance. It was practically a stroke of fortune.

“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart, my gratitude sincere.

“Ahem.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and shook his head.

“There’s no need for thanks. I’m simply rewarding you for what you’ve done.”
“Even so, the instruction you offer as Head of House far exceeds the compensation my achievements deserve. I’m truly grateful.”
“That’s enough.”

He waved his hand, indicating no further words were necessary.

“Time’s precious, so let’s begin at once.”
“Understood.”

Raon lifted his head and made his way toward the center of the Training Courtyard.

“At least your posture is correct. You always bring your sword whenever I call.”
“It’s only natural for a swordsman.”

The moment I spoke those words, a subtle resonance stirred within me.

‘A swordsman….’

Now I could call myself a swordsman naturally, without hesitation. The darkness of my past life as an assassin was gradually being erased.

“Show me every sword technique you’ve been learning.”
“Yes.”

I answered calmly and drew the Heavenly Sword. I raised the blade vertically before striking downward. The wind gathered on the blade cut through the cool night air, leaving a line thinner than a hair on the Training Courtyard floor.

After the fundamental techniques, I displayed the Radiant Sword, the Snow Wind Sword Form, the Manhwagong sword techniques, and the techniques I had created myself, then gripped the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

‘Now for the final technique—the Sky Piercing Sword.’

I infused the grand aura of my lower energy center with the steadfastness of my middle energy center and extended it toward the sky. The four forms of the Sky Piercing Sword unfolded in succession, painting red and blue flashes across the dark night sky. A magnificent spectacle, as if a comet were shooting upward in reverse, spread outward.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, his expression unchanged from its initial coldness.

“You’ve improved, though only slightly. I can sense the conviction you once spoke of—that you would never break.”

To have advanced from Master to Grand Master and still be told I’d improved only slightly was absurd. Yet because it was Glen who said it, I had no choice but to accept it.

“Thank you.”
“However.”

Glen’s eyes grew even colder.

“I see a limit in the sky you’re holding.”
“A limit….”
“Your goal is visible even to my eyes. Don’t aim for the Martial Saint or Martial Sage—draw the sky you truly desire.”

He took another step forward as he spoke.

“What sky did you envision when you drew the Heavenly Sword?”
“That….”

I couldn’t answer immediately and smacked my lips.

“Don’t hesitate. Speak.”
“…The Head of House.”
“Hm?”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected his own name to be mentioned.

“When the Head of House unfolded the Heavenly Sword. Or rather, when I was kidnapped, I took the swordsmanship you displayed against the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon as my sky.”

I had revealed that I was thinking of Glen Zigheart as the sky of the Heavenly Sword. Saying it in front of the person himself made me feel a bit embarrassed.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart quickly turned his back. His ears had flushed a deep crimson.

“Then there’s no helping it.”
“Sir?”
“Don’t change your target. Push forward a bit more.”
“But you just told me to change it….”
“Ahem! You’re still too early to question infinity! Now hurry up and wield your sword!”
“…Understood.”

I tilted my head in confusion but lifted the Heavenly Sword.

‘The Head of House is quite fickle.’
-It’s because he’s going through his middle age crisis.

Wrath nodded in understanding.

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Atop Tiger Rock, halfway up Bekmang Mountain.

Rimer, whose eyes were covered in vivid bruises that made him look like a panda himself, clicked his tongue sharply.

“He’s grinning so wide his mouth corners could pierce the sky.”

Glen Zigheart’s smile wasn’t merely a smile—it was a grin so broad it could be called a laugh. It wasn’t an exaggeration; his mouth literally seemed to reach his ears.

“I suppose I understand his feelings well enough.”

Learning that his beloved grandson’s sky was himself, it made sense that he would be this delighted.

“But….”

Rimer frowned as he watched Glen’s mouth corners rise higher and higher.

“Why teach him directly? Why not just open the Chamber of Self?”

The Chamber of Self was a legacy left behind by the first Head of House—a special space where a warrior could converse with their own soul. Raon would surely be able to gain enlightenment and emerge from it, so I couldn’t understand why Glen was teaching him directly instead.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen, standing atop the rock, drew a faint smile.

“It seems he wishes to teach directly.”

He watched Glen, who stood with his back turned while offering advice to Raon only through his voice, and chuckled softly.

“He simply wants to spend time with young master Raon.”
“Then at least show it. Show it!”

Rimer shook his fist vigorously. Glen continued laughing with his back turned. If he would only show that smile to Raon, everything would be resolved, yet he insisted on acting this way alone—it made no sense.

“Besides, one can only spend a month in the Chamber of Self. He likely plans to open it around the time winter arrives.”
“So he’s making the most of the time available.”

Rimer nodded while watching Raon, who perspired yet never loosened his grip on his sword.

‘That would certainly be better.’

The stronger I became before entering the Chamber of Self, the greater the advantage.

Entering the Chamber of Self didn’t guarantee growth in martial arts, but most who emerged had gained at least one small enlightenment. The stronger one became, the more one could gain from it, so sending myself in at greater strength was a sound strategy.

“However….”

Roen gazed at Rimer with a faint smile.

“It seems you’ve made your decision as well, Rimer.”
“You’re quite perceptive, aren’t you?”

Rimer nodded, grasping his empty right shoulder.

“I wanted to open a gambling house and live leisurely, but seeing that brat Raon, my heart won’t settle.”

He tapped the sword at his waist and laughed.

“This broken life of mine—I’ll spend it on Raon and the children.”

Rimer gazed at the moon floating above Raon’s head, his lips pressed firmly together.

“I wish I could become like that as well.”

Roen chuckled softly and stood beside Rimer.

The two men watched Raon and Glen Zigheart train in silence for a long while.

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I left my chamber in the early dawn before sunrise.

-Kwaaaaang!

Wrath yawned so wide his mouth nearly split, his eyes rolling back.

-You crazy bastard! Training all night and then heading out at dawn—where in the world does someone like that exist!

He tapped my shoulder, urging me to get some sleep.

‘Time is running out.’

From the Grand Master rank onward, even years of training might not lift me from my current position. When opportunity presented itself, I had to wield my sword with everything I had.

-You won’t die in battle—you’ll die during training!
‘That actually sounds kind of nice.’
-Aaaaargh! I’m so frustrated! Every time I see you… huh?

Wrath stopped mid-complaint and sniffed the air.

-Look, look over there!

He pointed with a trembling hand at a tray sitting on the table in front of the entrance hall.

-What a delicious smell! Open the lid on that tray!
‘Hmm….’

I lifted the silver lid covering the tray to reveal a single slice of toast with ham, egg, and cheese.

-Mmm! Home really is the best! Mother!

Wrath called out to Sylvia as he gazed at the still-steaming toast.

‘This wasn’t made by Mother.’
-Then who?
‘Judith.’

Sylvia’s toast had egg and vegetables, while Judith’s had egg, ham, and cheese. This toast bore Judith’s handiwork.

‘She really knows me well now.’

It seemed she’d anticipated that I would head out for training immediately and prepared the toast accordingly.

-You’ve grown up the hard way, so you’re quite perceptive. I like that!

Wrath nodded, saying the boy was decent enough.

‘I suppose so.’

I chuckled softly and picked up the toast, taking a bite.

-It’s toasted perfectly inside! That’s how bread should be! Nadin’s bread isn’t bread at all!

Wrath sniffled, seemingly moved by the taste of the toast.

‘He’s right. It’s not bad.’

Though simple, the food showed clear signs of care and effort.

I murmured my thanks toward Judith’s Quarters and left the Annex Building.

I went straight to the 5th Training Ground and opened the door, but contrary to my expectations, someone had already arrived.

“You’re late.”

Martha stood with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed.

“In the old days, you would’ve come an hour early and already been swinging your sword.”

She scoffed, asking if I’d become lazy.

“Right. You should be scolding us for arriving late.”

Burren Zigheart nodded with a faint smile on his lips.

“Kuuu….”

Lunan Slion sat slumped on the ground, his head bobbing. He appeared to be dozing.

“And you’ve caused trouble again.”

Martha looked me up and down, her eyes narrowing.

“How did you end up saving the Elves’ homeland?”
“That’s not even all of it—I also heard something about you being the Spirit King’s older brother.”

Burren shook his head in disbelief as he spoke, letting out an exasperated breath.

“Zzz….”

Lunan Slion was still dozing.

“I was fortunate in many ways.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at the three of them.

“What luck are you talking about!”

Martha shook her head, telling me not to speak such nonsense.

“I’m serious. I couldn’t have won alone.”

Without Siyan’s help, I would have died at the hands of Hongryeom-gwi, so it wasn’t a lie.

“Those masked bastards again.”

Martha clenched her fists as she thought of Eden.

“But you’ve gotten stronger again?”

Burren tilted his head, scanning me from top to bottom.

“Your aura feels different somehow….”
“I consumed the fruit of the World Tree.”
“The, the fruit of the World Tree?”
“You’re insane. Are you really going around eating every legendary elixir on the Continent?”

Martha blinked her eyes in utter astonishment.

“I was curious about that—was it delicious?”

Burren licked his lips, wondering what the World Tree fruit tasted like.

“To be honest.”

I closed my eyes, recalling the taste of the World Tree fruit.

“It tastes like rubber.”
“That’s nonsense!”

Martha shook her head.

“Does that even make sense?”
“I can’t believe it either. There’s no way the World Tree fruit tastes like rubber.”

Burren also furrowed his brow, unable to accept it.

“Kuuuu!”

Lunan shook his head even while dozing, insisting it made no sense.

“I’m serious though….”

It was true, but seeing their expressions, I gave up trying to explain.

-It’s only natural they can’t accept it.

Wrath nodded calmly.

-Even the True Demon King who ate it directly still doesn’t believe it! How can the World Tree taste like rubber! This is outrageous!

He was ranting about burning the World Tree, his eyes rolling wildly for the first time in ages.

I kicked Wrath aside and looked at Burren, Martha, and Lunan.

“Never mind the World Tree—what brings you here at this hour?”
“What do you mean? We train at this time every day.”

Martha shook her head as if asking what I was talking about.

“That’s right. We’ve been training at this time every day since you left.”

Burren laughed, saying that training at this hour had become routine for him as well.

“Khuh….”

Lunan exhaled a long, measured breath in response.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Burren, Martha, and Lunan in turn.

‘They’ve all definitely grown.’

Not the dramatic leap I’d experienced after consuming the World Tree’s fruit, but they carried a noticeably higher caliber than before. It seemed they’d trained diligently during their time in Sepia.

“In the evenings, the Master of Hyunmu Division helped us train. I learned a great deal there as well.”
“Denier?”
“Yes. Father visits every day, and Aunt has been helping us too.”

Martha’s expression brightened unusually as she spoke of how precious the time learning from Aris had been.

“That’s practically a stroke of fortune.”
“Hmm….”

I stroked my chin thoughtfully as Denier came to mind.

‘Denier, huh….’

Unlike Aris, Karun, or Valdemar, Denier was someone whose true nature remained difficult to discern.

‘He carries a scent similar to Derus, but that might not mean anything.’

He hadn’t displayed any suspicious behavior thus far, nor had he ever provoked me. I still lacked sufficient information to form a definitive judgment about him.

‘Just to be safe, I should investigate.’

I’d need to ask Deningrose to gather information about Denier soon.

‘But before that….’

I have something I need to do.

I stepped forward before Burren, Martha, and Lunan with a composed smile.

Pop.

Lunan, who had been blowing a small balloon with his nose, blinked awake from his slumber.

“Raon.”

It seemed he had truly been sleeping all this time. His delighted expression was genuine.

“Let’s get ice cream.”

The first thing he said upon seeing me was ice cream—he remained a child as always.

“Sure.”

I nodded calmly.

“Yes!”
-Yesss!

Naturally, the cheers came from both Lunan and Wrath.

“Of course, not now. First, we need to see.”
“See?”
“See what?”

Not only Lunan but Burren also tilted his head in confusion.

“What are you asking? Obviously, I mean to test your skills.”

Martha stepped back and placed her hand on her sword hilt.

“Look at that look in his eyes. He’s got murder in his gaze! Get ready quickly!”

She trembled with her lips, already having decided that she would fight me.

“You may not know, Raon, but we’ve been training hard.”

Lunan Slion approached and widened his violet eyes, saying there was no need to spar unnecessarily.

“Dawn training and evening training….”
“We already told you all that.”

Burren Zigheart sighed and shook his head.

“That bastard’s trying to verify it himself!”

He too understood my meaning and drew his sword.

“Ugh….”

Lunan Slion lifted Seolhwa with a reluctant expression, but her blade emanated such a biting chill that even a touch would freeze you solid.

I felt the fierce, sharp, and cool auras of Martha, Burren Zigheart, and Lunan Slion, and a faint smile crossed my face. Seeing their sword techniques, I felt as though I’d truly come home.

“Let me see just how much stronger you’ve all become.”

I nodded and stepped forward.

“If even one of you lands a strike on me, I’ll give you rest time immediately.”

I beckoned my fingers at Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Martha, telling them to come at me.

“What if we can’t land a hit?”

Lunan Slion tilted his head.

“Then we keep fighting.”

I licked my lips as I watched their trembling eyes.

“Why didn’t you just say from the start that we’d be sparring all day!”

Burren Zigheart cried out in exasperation.

“Just feed it one sword and it’s a break. It’s not that difficult.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I spoke of it being an easy task.

“You’ve become a Grand Master, and not only has your skill grown, but your mischievousness too.”

Burren Zigheart let out a sigh.

“The Demon King of Training has returned.”

Martha bit her lip and raised her sword.

“Fine. Let us show you we haven’t been idle either. Die!”

She charged forward and thrust her blade, while Burren Zigheart and Lunan Slion unleashed a torrent of sword strikes from the left and right respectively.

“Let’s play then.”

I curled my lips upward as I watched the brilliant sword strikes of the three squad leaders.

“All day long.”
-Heh….

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-This guy’s really a pervert, isn’t he.

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Kwaaaaaaah!

Blue radiance surges across the blackened sky. A spectacular sight unfolds as if a massive chasm has been torn through the heavens.

Glen Zigheart nodded as he observed the spectacle of the sky collapsing inward.

“That makes five times now. Not bad for a week.”
“It’s thanks to you, Head of House.”

I bowed my head to Glen Zigheart.

“As you know, we’re far from perfect. I’ve merely laid the foundation. Now you must push yourself relentlessly to achieve true mastery.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Then I’ll be on my way.”

Glen Zigheart nodded as if he’d completed all his tasks, then turned to leave.

“Thank you.”

I bowed deeply to his retreating figure. When I lifted my head again, he had already vanished.

‘Like the wind itself.’

Glen Zigheart arrived at precisely the appointed hour, spent exactly two hours overseeing my training, then departed as mysteriously as he’d arrived. Sometimes he felt almost like a phantom.

‘Still, it was time well spent.’

Training with the Gwangpung Corps from dawn until evening, then with Glen Zigheart through the night—I could feel my strength growing by leaps and bounds. This past week had been invaluable.

‘Now that it’s over, I feel a strange emptiness.’

His instruction had felt burdensome at the time, but now that it had ended, I found myself missing it slightly.

‘If I achieve more merit, will he train me again?’

Entertaining such absurd thoughts, I made my way back to the Annex Building. A soft sound reached me from the entrance hall. When I opened the door, Sylvia was setting toast on the table by the entrance.

“Mother?”
“Perfect timing!”

Sylvia smiled warmly and pushed the toast toward me, saying I’d arrived at just the right moment.

“After training this late, you need to eat properly!”
-Only mother could be so thoughtful!

Wrath charged at Sylvia with both arms spread wide.

‘Move aside.’

I kicked Wrath away and shook my head.

“I’m eating well. You don’t need to overexert yourself.”
“Why would it be overexertion for a mother to look after her son?”

Sylvia shook her head, insisting she was fine.

“Thank you.”

I smiled faintly and accepted the toast. It was a nutritious toast filled with eggs and vegetables.

“Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen Judith much lately.”

I asked while taking a bite of the toast. Judith hadn’t been seen since she gave me toast on the first day. It was strange, even if she had been leaving at dawn and returning at dawn.

“Judith took a leave of absence.”
“A leave of absence?”
“Yes. She was worried you might be concerned, so she asked me not to tell you. She’ll be back next week.”

Sylvia shook her head, saying Judith wasn’t in the Annex Building.

“I see.”

I nodded calmly, as if it were nothing serious.

“Don’t overexert yourself, and take good care of your health.”

Sylvia told me to finish the toast and returned to her room.

I set down the toast I was eating and headed not to my room, but to Judith’s Quarters.

-Hm? Where are you going without finishing your meal! Didn’t that girl take a leave of absence?!
‘Judith is essentially my retainer. If she didn’t tell me about a leave of absence, something’s not right.’

I forcefully twisted the locked doorknob and entered.

The room was sparse to an extreme degree. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it completely empty.

Yet it seemed less like someone had packed up and left, and more like the room had always been this way.

As I surveyed the barren space, I pulled out a single sheet of brown paper jutting from the drawer of an old desk.

My eyes narrowed sharply as I unfolded the paper.

“This is….”

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