The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 618

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Chapter 618

I finished all my preparations to return to the Family Estate and stepped out of the Dormitory.

“Are you all set?”

Judith and Jubel had completed their preparations long ago and were waiting beneath a nearby tree, close to the Dormitory.

“Yes. I didn’t bring much with me anyway.”

Judith held up a small cloth bundle in her hand and offered a faint smile. Her expression was alive with emotion. It seemed as though the floodgates of her feelings had burst open since meeting her sibling.

“I only brought my weapon and night clothes, so I’m ready to go as is.”

Jubel gestured toward her waist where she’d concealed a short blade, her smile awkward but genuine.

“Being siblings, even your smiles resemble each other. Let’s go.”

I gestured to the two of them and headed toward the Village’s exit. Before the gate even came into view, I spotted members of the Sran Tribe standing in formation.

“Tribal Chief.”

I approached the Sran Tribal Chief, who stood at the center of his people, and bowed my head respectfully.

“Thank you for everything. I leave here well-rested thanks to your kindness.”
“Well-rested? All I saw was you getting beaten every single day.”

The Tribal Chief scanned me from head to toe, then chuckled softly.

“For me, that is rest.”
“Your audacity is truly unmatched. I still see you in my dreams. Those crimson eyes I witnessed that night—I’ll never forget them as long as I live.”

He shuddered, still feeling the overwhelming aura I’d displayed when stopping the fight.

“I apologize. I was in a hurry back then….”
“No, I’m grateful.”

The Sran Tribal Chief grasped Raon’s hand and shook his head.

“I was greatly excited back then too. If it weren’t for you, many of our people would have perished.”

He spoke his gratitude sincerely and slowly closed his eyes.

“If you ever face hardship in the future, contact us anytime. Should you call, I and these warriors will drop everything and rush to your aid.”

The Sran Tribal Chief spread both arms wide, gesturing to the entire tribe.

“That’s not necessary….”
“We of the Sran Tribe never forget a debt of gratitude. Because of you, we all live. The entire tribe owes you our lives. We will aid you with everything we have.”
“That’s right! You need only speak the word!”
“We’ll come running even in the middle of a meal!”
“I’ll go even if I’m in the middle of relieving myself!”
“Whenever you need us, just say the word!”

The Sran tribespeople raised their clenched fists in unison, their resolve unmistakable.

“There’s no need for that. I came here pursuing Judith….”
“Regardless of your reasons, the fact remains that you saved us. Don’t burden yourself. A life for a life—that is the way.”
“Hmm….”

I shook my head. The talk of lives and debts made my hands tremble with the weight of obligation.

“He speaks the truth!”

A thunderous voice erupted from behind the village dining hall on the right, shaking the very earth.
Ogram emerged, kicking open the door while gnawing on a piece of meat the size of a club.

“Organization Master?”
-That, that right there!

Wrath’s eyes widened as he pointed at Ogram’s meat.

-The True Demon King desires that meat as well!

He clung to my shoulder, lamenting that he too wished to devour meat with such ravenous abandon.

‘Hold on a moment.’

I dismissed Wrath and turned my attention to Ogram.

“You said that was the right thing to do….”
“If you’ve received a favor, you must repay it—that’s only natural!”

Ogram tore off a chunk of meat the size of an adult man’s forearm and approached me.

“There’s no need to refuse or feel burdened. We’re simply receiving what we’re owed.”

He laughed heartily and patted my shoulder.

“That’s right.”

Garona stepped up beside Ogram and nodded in agreement. Despite his face being covered in bruises, he wore a genuine smile.

“Our Beast Alliance values debts of gratitude more than any other force. Since you saved the Sran Tribe, it’s only natural for them to stake their lives for you.”

I took a step back and observed the Sran Tribal Chief and his people.
Just as Ogram and Garona had said, I detected no falsehood in their expressions.
Whether great or small, they all seemed genuinely eager to help me.

“Of course, I feel the same way! I’d give every bone and muscle in my body for you, brother!”

Garona struck his chest and shouted that I could call on him anytime.

“Let’s not go that far.”

I waved my hands quickly and surveyed the people before me.

‘Another bond has been forged.’

Though unintended, it seemed that through a series of coincidences, I had formed a genuine connection with these people.
Following Garona’s logic, refusing further would be disrespectful to them, so I steeled my resolve and stepped forward.

“Thank you. I gratefully accept the Sran Tribe’s goodwill.”

I bowed my head while looking at the entire Sran Tribe.

“Of course! I consider you as a brother.”

The Sran Tribal Chief bowed his head in return, his smile unblemished and genuine.

I turned my gaze toward Jubel after exchanging greetings with the Sran Tribe. Understanding the meaning in my eyes, she stepped forward.

“I apologize!”

Jubel bent at a right angle toward the Sran Tribe.

“I deceived all of you. I have nothing to say in my defense. I am truly sorry!”
“It’s fine.”

The Sran Tribal Chief shook his head calmly. The other tribe members gazed at Jubel with peaceful eyes, showing no malice in their expressions.

“What?”

Jubel’s eyes widened, as if she hadn’t anticipated such a response.

“Had you lived as we have, anyone would have done the same. Thank you for finding the courage.”

The Sran Tribal Chief approached Jubel.

“Next time, come to us as Jubel, not as Philip.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder as he spoke.

“….”

Jubel bowed her head once more. Her shoulders trembled faintly as warm rain fell, wetting the earth beneath her feet.

“Brother!”

Garona approached my side and draped an arm across my shoulder.

“I heard you’ve mastered the Gyeokhaemu technique—would you share some of its secrets with me?”

He raised his hand as he made his request. There was no trace of jealousy in him. He was genuinely seeking advice. He was a person whose purity transcended the ordinary, someone whose very presence brought peace to the heart.

“Trust yourself.”

I offered Ogram the best advice I could give in this moment. Since the Gyeokhaemu technique required self-enlightenment, providing any further hints would only hinder his progress—he might never achieve true mastery.

“Myself?”

Garona tilted his head, clearly confused.

“Brother! Make it easier! Explain it more simply….”
“Fool!”

Ogram struck Garona’s head as he began to ask another question.

“Ugh….”

With a sound like crumpling metal, Garona crumpled to the ground.

“That advice should suffice. There is no easy path!”

Ogram furrowed his brow and hoisted the fallen Garona onto his shoulder.

“You’ve worked hard all this time.”
“Not at all.”
“Let me offer you one final piece of advice: sometimes choosing the difficult path allows you to reach farther and deeper places. Don’t become like this fool. And….”

He withdrew a yellowed piece of paper from his breast.

“This is a letter for your Head of House. Make sure you show it to him.”
“Understood.”

I accepted Ogram’s letter and placed it in my inner pocket.

“Now go.”

He waved his hand dismissively, urging us to depart quickly.

I bowed to Ogram before turning away, watching Judith and Jubel as they displayed both smiles and tears, then brushed off my hands.

“Let’s return. To Zigheart.”

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Rimer stood at the center of the 5th Training Ground and drew his sword with his artificial arm. The sensation was entirely different from before. Yet his spirit burned hotter than ever.

He swung the blade lightly, as if executing basic swordplay. Sunlight danced across the steel, tracing an elegant arc of luminescence as it fell.
Wind cascaded in the wake of the blade, carving deep gouges into the ground.

‘Not bad at all.’

Rimer smacked his lips and infused the mana circuits of his artificial arm with denser aura. The wind essence dwelling in his dantian surged, unleashing formidable gusts through his grip.

‘Excellent.’

Once the sensation became familiar, there would be little difference from my original arm.

The artificial arm Ensia had crafted moved as naturally as the limb I’d once possessed, and channeling wind essence felt even stronger.
It seemed the World Tree branch embedded within the arm’s interior amplified the wind essence.

‘I never knew using my own arm could bring such joy.’

I never imagined that wielding my own blade with my own hands could make me laugh like this. They say humans must experience loss to know happiness, and it was true.
They say humans must experience loss to gain happiness, and it turned out to be true.

“It’s not just maintaining it—it could actually get stronger.”

At first, he had resolved not to be a hindrance to the Gwangpung Corps, but ever since he had fitted the prosthetic arm, the path of martial arts that had been blocked was slowly opening up. It seemed that if he continued training like this, he might even surpass his prime.

“When I wanted it so badly, it never came, but life is truly mysterious.”

When I ignored it while trying to obtain it, and gave up, only now do I see its light. The god of ignorance was far too finicky.

Zing!

Rimer narrowed his eyes and unleashed the concentrated wind energy in his grip like an explosion.

A resonant whoosh echoed through the air!

Above the silver blade, a verdant gale bloomed and descended, sweeping across the sky and stirring a gentle breeze. It was a tender wind that cooled the sweat-drenched brow of the Gwangpung Corps member.

Rimer lowered his sword and gently touched the artificial arm’s shoulder. The connection point was smooth, bearing no burden whatsoever. It felt as though I would never need to remove it for the rest of my life.

‘I’ve incurred a great debt.’

To both of them, no less.

I could only feel gratitude toward Ensia for crafting the artificial arm, and toward Raon for ensuring the materials were brought all the way here.

Rimer pondered what he should do for them both as he sheathed his sword.

A soft exhale.

As I steadied my breathing and stabilized my aura, the Training Ground door opened and Dorian entered.

“Raon is on his way back!”

Dorian waved brightly to everyone in the Gwangpung Corps, his smile radiant.

“Hmm….”

Rimer gazed at the suddenly darkening sky and smacked his lips.

‘That guy. Something tells me he’s going to cause trouble today.’

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Middle Martial Master’s Office.

Knock, knock.

Outside the Middle Martial Master’s office, which exuded an atmosphere both ornate and dignified, came a rough knocking sound.

“Come in.”

Karun, the Central Intelligence Agency Master, set down his teacup and nodded.

The door opened with careful deliberation, unlike a knock, and his Butler entered and bowed his head.

“Raon Zigheart is returning, sir.”
“Quite late, isn’t he.”
“There are reports that he studied martial techniques under the Demon King.”
“Like a raccoon, he devours everything given to him.”

Karun drummed his long fingers against the desk.

“It seems you should head to the Patriarch’s Hall now, sir.”
“Is it a summons from the Head of House?”
“Yes.”
“Every time that boy returns, he gets called. It’s become a family tradition.”

He furrowed his brow, clearly displeased.

“There’s one thing, though….”

The Butler’s eyes shifted subtly.

“Should we truly remain idle? If Raon Zigheart reveals that Judith belonged to the Central Intelligence Agency….”
“We severed all connections and erased every trace of evidence. His words alone mean nothing.”

Karun shook his head calmly, as if he had already accounted for every contingency.

“And in my judgment, he won’t speak of it.”
“Sir?”
“Raon Zigheart cherishes those close to him more than anyone. Because harm could befall them, he will certainly withdraw in silence.”
“That would be….”
“Yes. He’ll strike a bargain with me. He’ll keep this matter buried in exchange for my promise to leave Judith and her brother unharmed. Being clever, he’ll know exactly what must be done.”

His eyes grew distant, as if he had already foreseen every thought in Raon’s mind.

Karun drained the last of his tea and rose to his feet.

“Then go. You mustn’t change anything to prove there’s no problem.”
“As you wish.”

The Butler opened the office door.

Karun donned an ornate uniform emblazoned with the Zigheart crest and stepped out of the office. His eyes gleamed with the cold, predatory sharpness of an owl hunting in darkness.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

That’s precisely why you’re impossible for me.

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I entered the Patriarch’s Hall and glanced to my left, catching sight of Karun standing before the pillar nearest the Platform.

‘Composed.’

He gazed forward with serene eyes, evidently convinced I had nothing to say.

‘Your thoughts are transparent. And ordinarily, you’d be right.’

Protecting Judith and Jubel would demand exactly that approach.

‘But I’m no ordinary human.’

I stood in the center of the Patriarch’s Hall, vowing to wipe that annoying expression off his face.

“I greet the Head of House.”

Standing in the center of the Patriarch’s Hall, he knelt down and bowed his head.

“I greet the Head of House!”

Judith and Jubel, who had followed from behind, bowed their heads together. It was fortunate that they had been trained in advance and showed proper etiquette without trembling.

“Rise.”

I lifted my head at Glen Zigheart’s call. He gazed down at me with an expression rigid as a mannequin’s, utterly devoid of warmth.

“Raon Zigheart.”
“Yes.”
“You said you’d train nearby, yet why did you venture all the way to where the Sran Tribe dwells?”

Glen Zigheart rested his chin on his fist and tilted his head slightly.

‘Now I understand what that means.’

That expression and posture were his way of demanding I explain what had transpired during my time there.

“I shall explain from the beginning.”

I bowed my head and gestured toward Judith standing behind me.

“I have a dedicated attendant.”
“Her name is Judith.”

Judith stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

“She has a younger sibling from whom she was separated in childhood. Upon learning this, I promised to find her sister by any means necessary. I had requested information from the Black Market and was waiting when…”

I recounted the events that had unfolded in concise detail.

“…and thus I was able to return with both of them.”

As I finished my explanation, silence settled over the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Hmm. A promise made, and a promise kept.”

Glen Zigheart spoke in measured tones. As if some peculiar memory had surfaced, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

“A simple thing, yet profoundly difficult.”
“Exactly!”

Aris Zigheart raised her hand eagerly.

“In an age where promises are discarded like worn-out shoes, there’s no one else who would follow through on a maid’s promise so faithfully to the very end.”

She nodded approvingly with a satisfied expression.

“Personally, I find it meaningless, but it was impressive nonetheless.”
“Indeed. That was the action of a true warrior.”
“To hear that you alone held back both the Assassins and the Sran Tribe—my blood is stirring.”

The other Organization Masters and Unit Leaders smiled approvingly or gave thumbs up as well.

“That was the action of a true swordsman of Zigheart! Of course, I wouldn’t have made such a promise myself!”

Valdemar nodded, acknowledging that while it was well done, it wasn’t something he would have done.

“….”
“You’ve worked hard. Well done.”

Karun said nothing, while Denier offered only a small smile.

“Ahem! While it was certainly a personal matter, since you’ve earned the gratitude of one of the Six Emperors, I cannot deny this as a merit.”

Glen cleared his throat while covering his mouth with his hand. Simultaneously, his speech quickened, yet remarkably his pronunciation remained clear. It seemed as though he was opening his mouth quite wide.

“To such a Raon Zigheart….”
“Head of House.”

I bowed my head with my hand placed over my chest.

“There is still something I must tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I mentioned before that my maid was separated from her younger brother in childhood.”
“Yes.”
“There is someone else responsible for that incident. Ugh!”

As I spoke, I covered my mouth similarly to Glen.

“That wretched bastard who tore apart siblings who were so close….”

I bit my lips, pouring both rage and sorrow into the words. My eyes glistened with tears as I struck the ground with my fist.

“Ugh….”
“Mmm….”

Judith and Jubel also dropped to their knees, their shoulders trembling as they began to weep.

“Who is that bastard!”

Valdemar raised his fist as if he would chase after them immediately.

“Regardless of anything else, I’ll handle that one myself!”
“Stay out of this. I’ll kill them.”

Aris Zigheart ground her teeth together.

“All of you, silence.”

Glen Zigheart leaned forward, his brow furrowing deeply. His crimson eyes seemed to flicker with lightning.

“Speak. Who dared commit such an act?”
“Hmm….”

I bit my lip in frustration and turned my gaze toward Karun. Following my eyes, every person in the Audience Chamber fixed their attention on him.

I twisted my lips as I observed Karun’s suddenly deflated expression.

-The Demon King of Spite has descended….

Wrath shook his head as he watched me forcibly narrowing my broad shoulders like the sea.

-Just quit the sword and take up acting instead!

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