The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 621

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Chapter 621

“Hm?”

Glen furrowed his brow as if hearing something that made no sense.

“Organization Master!”

I rushed forward and grabbed Rimer’s shoulder.

“What are you saying? Why are you suddenly talking about handing over the Organization Master position?”

With Karun’s situation resolved, I had been looking forward to returning to the Annex Building with peace of mind. But hearing him suddenly speak of passing on the Organization Master position made my head spin.

“It’s time.”

Rimer turned back and smiled faintly.

“If you’re willing to stand against the Central Intelligence Agency for your maidservant and her brother, then anyone who comes will find the Gwangpung Corps well-protected. I trust you.”

He nodded heavily, as if speaking from the heart.

“Still, this is too sudden.”

I bit my lip while looking at Rimer. Taking the Organization Master position itself wasn’t the issue—I’d been handling most of the duties in name only as Vice Organization Master anyway.

What unsettled me was that Rimer was trying to leave the Gwangpung Corps.

“You’ve already fitted yourself with a prosthetic arm. Why are you talking about retiring? Has something happened?”

I narrowed my eyes, studying Rimer’s right arm.

“No.”

Rimer shook his head, rotating his prosthetic arm like a windmill.

“I’m doing fine. Better than I ever was with my hand.”
“But why….”
“I’m not retiring.”

He grasped my shoulder and laughed.

“I’m stepping back, and you’re moving up to Organization Master. Only the position changes.”

Rimer shook his head, saying he had no intention of leaving the Gwangpung Corps yet.

“Why would I quit a cushy job where money flows in just by sitting around!”

He rubbed his fingers together, mentioning he still had many debts to repay.

“Ah….”

I nodded, observing the calm glint in Rimer’s eyes.

‘So that’s it.’

I’d thought he was leaving the Gwangpung Corps entirely, but it seemed he only intended to pass down the Organization Master position.

“You’ll do well.”

Rimer patted my shoulder with his left hand—the one with flowing blood, not the prosthetic.

“Hmm….”
“You’re putting Raon Zigheart as Organization Master?”
“Well, his skills are more than sufficient.”
“Honestly, he’d do better than Rimer.”

The executives reacted first to Rimer’s words, nodding as if it seemed acceptable.

“But….”

Aris tilted her head, looking puzzled.

“Wasn’t Raon already the Gwangpung Corps Commander?”
“Right. I thought Raon was the Gwangpung Corps Commander too.”
“I thought he’d already taken over.”
“Doesn’t Raon submit the mission reports?”

Not just her, but the other executives also widened their eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about! I’m still the Gwangpung Corps Commander!”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively.

“Hmm….”

Sheryl stepped forward in front of Rimer, stroking her chin.

“Who manages the Training Ground?”
“Raon.”
“Who assigns personnel to the Gwangpung Corps?”
“Raon.”
“Who submits interim reports during missions?”
“Raon….”
“After returning, who handles the reports and accounting?”

As she spoke, Sheryl’s voice grew increasingly cold with rising irritation.

“R-Raon.”

Rimer also sensed the shifting atmosphere and stammered at the end.

“Are you even human?”
“I’m an elf though?”
“Shut up!”

Sheryl delivered a satisfying kick to Rimer, who was on his knees.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stepped slightly to the side to give Sheryl more room to beat Rimer.

“That’s work for the subordinates below me! As the Organization Master, I’m handling my duties properly!”

Rimer shook his head, insisting it was all the Deputy Master’s responsibility.

“Then let me ask you something.”

Aris Zigheart stepped to Rimer’s right, her brow furrowed.

“Who creates the plans when executing missions?”
“Raon does!”
“Who makes the decisions during missions?”
“Raon….”
“Who handles the enemy commander in combat?”
“That… that’s also Raon….”
“You parasitic bastard!”

Unable to contain herself any longer, she drove her fist down onto Rimer’s head.

Crack!

With a thunderous boom that seemed to shake the earth itself, Rimer’s neck retracted like a turtle’s, disappearing into his trapezius muscles.

“Gaaahhh!”

Rimer screamed for her to stop, but Aris showed no mercy.

“You do nothing! That’s why everyone thought Raon was the Organization Master!”
“You deserve to die!”

Sheryl rushed back and trampled Rimer.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stepped back this time to give Sheryl better footing to stomp on Rimer.

“Fine, fine! I’m stepping down!”

Rimer flailed his arms, escaping from Sheryl and Aris Zigheart’s kicks.

“Head of House, please say something!”
“Hmm….”

Glen shook his head, his brow furrowed.

“I was also under the impression that Raon was the Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”

The way he spoke such words in this grave situation made it clear he was sincere.

“Ah, this is maddening!”

Rimer shook his head in disbelief.

“Head of House, you shouldn’t say such things! Do you know how much I….”
“Silence.”

Glen twisted his lips and unleashed a bolt of lightning.

Crackle!

Rimer was struck by the lightning and rolled across the ground, charred black.

“A man who only wastes his salary.”

Glen kicked the blackened Rimer aside and approached Raon.

“Raon Zigheart.”
“Yes, Head of House.”
“What do you think?”

He lowered his brow as if asking whether I could truly fulfill the role of Organization Master.

“The Gwangpung Corps currently commands the attention not only of the Zigheart Family, but of the entire Continent. The squad leaders are Masters, and the squad members are high-tier Experts. Some are even on the verge of reaching Master rank.”

Glen calmly gestured with his hand.

“Receiving attention is not always a blessing. The Gwangpung Corps has made just as many enemies in the process. There will be times when no one can come to your aid. Can you become the Wall that protects your subordinates, even when your own life is in danger?”

Glen was not merely asking about the role of Organization Master—he was looking further ahead. I could sense that he was truly observing the Gwangpung Corps.

“As you said, Head of House, the Gwangpung Corps has many enemies. But if we hide out of fear, we cannot call ourselves swordsmen of Zigheart. I will build a Gwangpung Corps so formidable that our enemies flee in terror without us even having to fight.”

I spoke those words and struck my left chest with my right fist.

“And you need not worry about protecting my subordinates.”

I smiled as I watched Rimer struggle to his feet.

“If nothing else, I’ve learned that lesson well.”
“I see.”

Glen Zigheart looked between me and Rimer in turn, nodding his head. His complexion seemed to have regained some vigor, however faint.

“You will do well.”

He offered praise from the very start, which was unexpected, and patted my shoulder. It was surprising, but given the circumstances, it seemed fitting.

“From this moment forward, I appoint Raon Zigheart as Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”

The executives who heard Glen Zigheart’s declaration offered solemn applause.

“Congratulations.”
“Congratulations.”

Sheryl and Aris Zigheart approached from the side, their smiles gentle and warm.

“You’ve been overdue for this, given your skill.”
“I look forward to working with you.”
“We’ll see you at the next Organization Master meeting.”
“There, you’ll come to know the terror of your seniors.”

The executives offered their congratulations with laughter. The Main Lineage members said nothing, only furrowing their brows.

“Head of House.”

I stepped forward toward Glen Zigheart.

“I apologize, but I have one request.”
“A request?”
“Yes. Would it be possible to ask for your protection of Judith and Jubel?”
“Y-Young Master!”
“We’re perfectly fine!”

Judith and Jubel’s eyes widened in surprise at my direct request to Glen for protection, and they waved their hands frantically.

“No.”

Glen shook his head as he looked at the two of them.

“It’s naturally something I should do, so don’t feel burdened.”

He shook his head, telling them not to worry.

“We’ll call it a day here.”

Glen turned his back, his face etched with exhaustion.

“All of you, follow me.”

He called Aris, Valdemar, and Denier in turn, then headed back to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Raon.”

The moment Glen disappeared, Rimer sprang to his feet and sidled up beside me. The smell of burnt powder wafted from him.

“Now that you’ve become Organization Master, there are a few things I should teach you.”
“Please, go ahead.”
“First, there’s the accounting….”
“I’m already handling that.”
“Oh, then what about the reports….”
“I’m doing those as well.”
“Well then, perhaps occasionally keeping the Head of House company….”
“You should continue doing that.”

It seemed there was nothing he could actually help with.

“I have something to say as well.”
“What is it?”
“Now that you’re under me, do you think you can handle my training?”
“Ugh….”

Rimer’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t considered that possibility.

“Training is a bit… wait, hold on.”

He shook his head rapidly.

“Didn’t you do that? You were always calling me over and making me train.”
“…That’s true.”

I nodded. Now that I thought about it, I’d been living as the Organization Master for quite some time.

“Sigh….”
“Hmm….”

I let out an exasperated sigh, and Rimer grinned widely, giving me a thumbs up.

“Getting paid for nothing tastes sweet!”
“You bastard!”

I couldn’t help myself and kicked Rimer. He truly was the type to invite punishment.

-What’s this about getting paid for nothing tasting sweet? Let’s go eat right now!

Wrath, who had been yawning with boredom, suddenly jumped to his feet.

I closed my eyes tightly as I looked at Rimer and Wrath.

‘Ugh, I’m exhausted….’

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I returned to the Annex Building with Jubel and Judith. News of our arrival at the Family Estate had already spread, so Sylvia and her attendants were waiting in front of the Garden.

“Judith!”

Sylvia rushed forward without hesitation and embraced Judith.

“My lady….”

Judith remained in Sylvia’s arms, her lips pressed tightly together. She seemed to be forcibly suppressing her emotions, yet a faint shimmer of tears gathered in her eyes.

“I was so worried. You should have at least sent word before leaving.”

Sylvia patted Judith’s back with the hand that held her.

“But I’m relieved you’ve returned safely. Welcome home.”
“…I’m so sorry.”

Judith kept her head bowed low, repeating apologies. Sylvia’s shoulder gradually grew damp.

“Judith!”
“Sister!”
“Are you alright?”
“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Helen, Yua, and the other attendants all rushed over and surrounded Judith and Sylvia.
They exhaled sighs of relief, more concerned with Judith’s safety than the circumstances of her absence.

“Judith. Where on earth did you go!”
“Are you… are you alright?”

Ensia and Siyan also approached, scrutinizing Judith’s complexion.

“Mm….”

Jubel watched the attendants surrounding her sister, her trembling hands gripping her wrists tightly. She seemed deeply moved by how many people cared for her sister.

“Raon.”

Sylvia lifted her gaze while stroking Judith’s back.

“What happened? You said you’d explain when you returned.”
“I didn’t say that….”
-Just say you did! Can’t you read the mood, you fool!

Wrath struck the back of my head.

-I can’t tell if he’s a demon or human….

He furrowed his brow, wondering why I was so oblivious.

‘Ugh….’

I rubbed the back of my head where Wrath had hit me and nodded.

“Then we’ll excuse ourselves.”

As Helen tried to leave with the other maids, Sylvia shook her head.

“No, all of you stay. Family shouldn’t keep secrets from one another.”

She had everyone sit on the Garden floor without exception.

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Sylvia.

‘She seems a bit different.’

Or perhaps this was her true nature all along.

Since recovering her core, Sylvia had become more confident and resolute than before. She embodied the true bearing of a Zigheart swordmaster that she had taught me.
This was the essence of what she had shown me.

‘What changed most was her power, though.’

She had already recovered to the intermediate Master realm, or nearly the advanced stage. Even with the artificial core containing Grand Master-level mana, her growth was extraordinarily swift. I could now truly understand why she was said to possess the greatest talent among Glen’s children.
Even if the artificial dantian had Grand Master-level mana, it was growth that was extraordinarily fast. The words that Glen Zigheart’s child possessed the greatest talent among his children felt real.

“Tell me now.”

Sylvia nodded after looking at everyone in turn.

“It goes back quite far. I was there when Judith arrived….”

I recounted everything that had happened to everyone gathered in the Garden.

“I’m sorry.”

Judith dropped to her knees the moment my story ended, pressing her forehead to the ground.

“I deceived you and everyone else. I have no excuse….”
“That’s enough.”

Sylvia cut off Judith’s words and embraced her once more.

“It must have been so hard.”

At the gentleness in her voice, Judith’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

The handmaidens said nothing, simply drawing both Judith and Sylvia into their embrace.

“So you’re Jubel.”

Sylvia lifted her head while still holding Judith, her gaze settling on Jubel.

“I-it’s an honor to meet you. I am….”

Jubel’s lips trembled with confusion.

“Welcome to the Annex Building.”

Sylvia’s smile bloomed like flower petals dappled with sunlight as she looked at Jubel.
She had heard that Jubel had lived as an assassin, yet she showed no fear, no anger—only acceptance and warmth.
The other handmaidens wore welcoming smiles as they greeted Judith’s sister.

I had expected Sylvia and the handmaidens to accept Jubel and Judith despite their deep wounds, but they treated them far better than I’d anticipated. I could only feel grateful.

“Let’s go back.”

Sylvia took Jubel and Judith by the hand, leading them toward the Annex Building.

“I’ve prepared special delicacies from the Annex Building just for you!”

She smiled brightly, asking them to wait just a moment.

-Food! Delicacies! Tasty things!

Wrath had been standing with his arms crossed in apparent anger, but the moment he heard the word “food,” he flew toward the Annex Building faster than anyone else.

‘This place truly is where I feel most at ease.’

I chuckled softly, watching Sylvia and the attendants’ retreating figures and Wrath’s swishing tail.

-Hurry over here! If you don’t eat, the True Demon King can’t eat either!
‘I’m coming. Let’s go.’

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Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, examined Karun’s entire body with a grave gaze.

‘It wouldn’t have been strange if he’d died.’

Glen had truly intended to kill Karun, leaving wounds so deep inside his body that they would be difficult to heal. Had treatment been delayed even slightly, he would have become a cripple or perished.

‘Well, it’s understandable enough.’

Karun had committed an act that no human should ever commit. I could sense Glen’s anguish and suffering as he had driven his own son to the brink of death.

Pedrick furrowed his brow and tapped his fingers against Karun’s vital points.
Black blood dripped from every pore of Karun’s body, which had turned red as if burned, flowing down in droplets.

Even as cold sweat beaded on his forehead, Pedrick did not stop his fingers. His hand, which had been stimulating the mana circuits as if time had ceased to exist, finally came to rest when soft moonlight struck the window.

“Phew….”

After lowering his hand, Pedrick placed medicine into Karun’s mouth.

“Ugh….”

After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Karun slowly opened his eyes. He trembled, his lips quivering as he let out groans of pain.

“You’re finally awake.”

Pedrick touched Karun’s forehead and sighed.

“Saint?”
“Did you see the gates of the underworld?”
“Mm….”

Karun’s eyes narrowed as the memory of being struck by Glen came back to him.

“What on earth were you thinking?”
“….”

He closed his eyes again without a word.

“Never mind. I didn’t come here to blame you for your mistakes right now.”

Pedrick examined Karun’s condition once more and shook his head.

“No matter how much of a Grand Master you are, your internal injuries are far too severe. It will take months before you fully recover.”
“I understand.”

Karun nodded calmly, as if he was already aware of his own condition.

“You’ve passed the critical point for now, but your insides are in tatters. Don’t practice aura cultivation for a while.”
“Yes….”
“Then I’ll come again at dawn.”

Pedrick looked at Karun for a moment before rising to his feet.

“Thank… you.”
“Rest now.”

He waved his hand and left the Infirmary.

“Hah.”

Karun opened his eyes, which had been closed until now.

‘The aura is still alive.’

Just as Pedrick had said, my dantian and mana circuits had been torn to shreds like rags, but the damage wasn’t irreparable.
It would take considerable time, but recovery seemed possible.

‘Father moved personally….’

I had considered the possibility of severe punishment, but I never expected him to act directly. I would need to revise my assessment of Glen.

“Sigh….”
“Do you regret it?”

As Karun exhaled, a smooth voice resonated from beneath the sickbed.

Whoooosh.

A gentle light rippled within the black shadow, and a man in an immaculate white robe, unmarred by a speck of dust, materialized.

“You….”

Karun furrowed his brow without surprise, as if he had seen this man before.

“If you had only joined hands with us from the beginning, none of this would have happened.”

The Robed Man shook his head and let out a derisive laugh.

“How did you get in here?”
“We are everywhere and nowhere.”

The Robe Man shook his head as if unwilling to answer.

“What do you say? Will you take our hand now?”

He raised his pale white hand, cold as ice.

“If that is your wish, I shall erase Raon Zigheart and make you the Head of the Zigheart Family.”
“Tch!”

Karun let out a scornful laugh as he looked at the Robe Man.

“Insects who can’t even use the information I provided?”
“That’s unfortunate. It’s because your information was flawed, isn’t it?”

The Robe Man shook his head.

“In any case, you’ve made your decision now, haven’t you?”

He extended a translucent hand toward Karun.

“Now you have only one path left….”
“Stop spouting nonsense and get out.”

Karun glared at the Robe Man with eyes burning crimson.

“Didn’t you want to become the Head of the Family?”
“I do want to. No—I will become one. But it must be achieved through my own strength for it to hold any meaning.”

He ground his teeth together like a beast.

“In your current state, that will be difficult. Impossible, even.”
“I am Karun Zigheart. Even if I cannot become the Head and must destroy the Zigheart Family with my own hands, I will not shake hands with external trash.”

Karun clenched his fists with his weakened body, unwilling to compromise on this point.

“Ha.”

The Robe Man shook his head.

“The pride of you Zigheart people truly reaches the heavens.”

He brought his outstretched hand together and raised it in a gesture of meditation.

“A wingless insect who doesn’t know its place. An insect that fails to understand its position….”

The Robe Man brought his sharpened hand down toward Karun in a crushing strike.

“I’ll crush you to death!”

In that instant, a crimson flash of lightning erupted, seizing the Robe Man’s wrist.

Crunch!

Glen Zigheart. He who should have been in the Patriarch’s Hall crushed the Robe Man’s wrist to splinters of bone.

“One mustn’t leave windows open.”

Glen’s crimson eyes suppressed the moonlight seeping through the window.

“Vermin have crawled inside.”

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