The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 624

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Chapter 624

I returned to the Annex Building before the gathering ended.

I wanted to enjoy the gathering with the Gwangpung Corps until the very end, but I couldn’t attend the executive meeting looking like a beggar, so I slipped out early and finished showering.

As I was putting on my neatly pressed uniform, Wrath suddenly bounced up like a frog.

-You liar! The True Demon King is not yet satisfied!

Wrath swung his fists as if lamenting that he hadn’t enjoyed the gathering enough.

‘There’s no helping it.’

I pushed back the charging Wrath and shook my head.

‘I have a meeting to attend. I can’t spend all my time there. Besides, you ate plenty of food.’

I had eaten everything at the buffet to prevent Wrath from causing such a commotion, yet here he was, throwing a tantrum anyway.

-Food is not everything! My subordinates are there, so the True Demon King must remain until the very end!

He waved his hand, insisting that as a king, he must always stay by his subordinates’ side. Now that I thought about it, it seemed he regretted not staying until the end more than not finishing all the food.

‘I thought he was just a glutton. Well, he is one.’

Wrath had always shown sincerity to his subordinates, and this time it seemed he wanted to cherish the gathering.

‘I’ll arrange another gathering next time.’

Since I felt a bit of regret myself, I suggested holding a new gathering next time as I fended off the clinging Wrath.

I hung the Heavenly Sword at my waist and left the room. As I headed toward the entrance, Sylvia and her attendants were waiting at the door.

“Why are you here?”
“You’re going to your first executive meeting. I was waiting to cheer you on.”

Sylvia approached and straightened my slightly wrinkled collar.

“How did you even know that…?”
“I have a friend in the Bi-Yeon Society! They told me about it!”

Ensia brought her hand to her eyes in a V-shape and grinned mischievously.

“Ah…”

You again?

I’d been wondering lately how Sylvia and the maids seemed to know so much about me, but it turned out to be this woman’s doing all along. She truly was an eccentric who could rival even Merlin.

“Are you prepared? The Organization Masters at the Round Table will likely view you differently now…”
“Differently? What do you mean by that?”
“The Round Table Meeting is a small battlefield. The executives argue and even duel each other to secure better missions—ones that yield greater accomplishments, more rewards, or easier tasks.”

Sylvia sighed as if she understood the executive meetings well.

“There will be some territorial resistance, but you’ll learn more about the Zigheart family, so consider it a learning experience and go.”
“You seem to know quite a bit about this.”
“I observed it when I was part of the Main Lineage.”

Sylvia smiled faintly.

“Oh, I didn’t need to worry then. Rimer will be going with you this time.”
“No.”

I shook my head calmly.

“That man got drunk and passed out.”

Rimer had emptied every bottle of alcohol from the buffet, declaring he’d eat and drink himself to death, and collapsed. By now, he was probably sprawled out sleeping in the Dormitory.

“Oh, um…”

Sylvia blinked blankly before pressing her lips together.

“You’ll do just fine on your own, Raon!”

Ensia laughed, saying everything would be fine.

“H-hang in there.”

Siyan still stammered, but her voice carried noticeably more strength than before. My biography seemed to be progressing well.

“….”

Judith bowed silently, yet her dimmed gaze conveyed unwavering confidence that I would succeed.

“I’ll be back soon.”

I waved to everyone and headed toward the Main Mansion. I walked to the circular building known as the executive conference hall or the Round Table Meeting Hall and stood before its entrance.

“We greet the Gwangpung Division Master.”

Two swordsmen standing guard at the conference hall entrance placed their hands on their hilts and bowed respectfully.

“Please, enter.”

The swordsmen raised their heads and opened the doors for me to pass through.

I nodded to the swordsmen and stepped into the conference hall.

As I walked down the short corridor, a soft luminescence filled the space, revealing an enormous round table large enough to seat dozens with room to spare.

The table’s surface was stained black as if draped in shadow, creating an otherworldly harmony with the silver walls suffused by moonlight.

Several executives were already seated at the round table. A middle-aged man sitting near the center quickly rose and waved his hand.

“Raon!”

It was Trevin, the Cheoljeon Unit Master, whose refreshing personality matched his short-cropped blonde hair. He approached in a single stride with a broad smile.

“Unit Master Trevin.”
“So we finally meet.”

Trevin spoke warmly and grasped my shoulder.

“We just saw each other not long ago, did we not?”

Though he spoke as if it had been ages, we had met in the Audience Chamber after my return, and before that, the Gwangpung Corps and I had conducted joint training exercises.

“Here, in this place.”

He pointed to the black Round Table.

“I wanted to see you at this Round Table Meeting.”

Trevin chuckled and raised a finger.

“I was curious what kind of trouble you’d cause here.”

He guided me by the shoulder toward the end of the black Round Table.

“Come this way. I’ll show you to the Gwangpung Master’s seat.”

It seemed each executive had an assigned position at this Round Table. Following Trevin, I moved toward the right end of the table.

However, strangely, while all the other Masters’ seats were positioned toward the inner circle, the Gwangpung Master’s seat was placed at the very end, even lower than the regular units.

“Why is only the Gwangpung Corps positioned separately?”
“That’s because….”
“They don’t show up.”

The answer came not from Trevin, but from a red-haired woman seated toward the inner part of the Round Table.
It was Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Master, whose deep blue eyes—like a sunlit lake—left a striking impression.

Serena, like Trevin, was someone who always displayed goodwill toward me.

“Gonggeom Unit Master.”

I bowed my head to Serena.

“Formalities are unnecessary. This is not a place where such courtesies are needed.”

Serena waved her hand, telling me to be at ease.

“Um, but what do you mean he won’t come?”
“Exactly what I said. Your previous Organization Master never showed his face, so the Heavenly Sword Master just stuck him at the end of the roster.”

She clicked her tongue, saying she had barely ever seen Rimer at the Round Table Meeting Hall.

“That’s right. I’ve also rarely seen Rimer.”

The Cheoljeon Unit Master shook his head, saying he had never seen Rimer here either.

“…I see.”

I bit my lip. Hearing about my Organization Master from someone else, I immediately trusted what they said.

‘This damned elf….’

Rimer had left the Training Ground early each time there was a meeting, saying he’d come back with good assignments. Now it seemed he’d been at the Gambling House during that time.

“Then how did we end up with the assignments we received?”
“You got stuck with the jobs nobody else wanted.”

Serena let out a short laugh.

“Hmm….”

I chewed my lip thinly.

‘No wonder all the assignments were terrible.’

Considering how every mission we took had put our lives in danger, it was clear we’d only been receiving the ones others refused to take.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and sat down in the Gwangpung Division Master’s seat. As I wiped the dusty nameplate, I resolved to give Rimer even more grief.

“So how does it feel? Being an Organization Master?”

Serena blinked one eye while remaining seated.

“To be honest, I don’t feel much different. It seems like I’ve been acting as the Organization Master for quite some time now.”

I laid bare my honest feelings.

“Exactly the answer I expected. You’re such a model student.”

Serena smiled, as if she’d known it all along.

“From the moment I first met you, I thought you were the Organization Master.”

Trevin chuckled and nodded.

“Is that so.”

I drew a faint smile. For the first time, I stood on equal ground with these two and engaged in casual conversation.

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Glen Zigheart stood at the highest level of the Patriarch’s Hall, which could have been called an observation tower, his arms crossed. He recalled Raon, who had entered the conference hall moments ago, and nodded slightly to himself.

‘He’s grown, albeit modestly.’

He could sense that Raon’s inner strength had increased somewhat. It appeared that rather than learning something new, as he had advised when providing the interpretation of the Muah technique, Raon had developed what he already possessed.

Glen had thought that Raon had neglected his own training for three weeks while focusing solely on the Gwangpung Corps. He was entirely mistaken. The boy had continued his cultivation even while nurturing his subordinates.

‘A child worthy of cherishing.’

With talent, character, and perseverance all intact, there was nothing to discard. It was no exaggeration to call him the greatest masterpiece in Zigheart’s history.

“Head of House.”

As Glen nodded in satisfaction, Roen approached from the side.

“There’s no need to worry so much about the first Round Table Meeting. Rimer will be arriving soon as well.”
“…He won’t be able to come. He’s unconscious.”

Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society, nodded as he looked at Roen.

“Unconscious?”

Glen furrowed his brow as he regarded Chad.

“Did he sustain an injury during training?”
“No, sir. The Gwangpung Corps Commander held a celebration dinner to mark the end of training, and he apparently lost consciousness after drinking there.”

Chad swallowed hard and explained why Rimer had fallen unconscious.

Crackle!

The moment Glen heard about Rimer, lightning erupted from his clenched fist. Had Rimer been present, an intense wave of energy would have ignited fierce enough to reduce him to ash.

“Hmm….”

Roen smacked his lips and raised a finger.

“Since the Heavenly Sword Master isn’t here, perhaps I should….”
“No, there’s no need.”

Glen shook his head as he looked at Roen.

“Rimer’s absence will actually be more helpful.”

He muttered as if he trusted Raon, deeming Rimer unnecessary.

“Still, the executives who appear in the Audience Chamber and those at the Round Table are different….”

Chad lowered his brows as if anxious.

“It’s fine.”

Glen turned away and shook his head calmly. His lips curled into a thin smile as if he could see the future.

“I’ve unleashed a beast. No, a shark.”

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I narrowed my eyes as I observed the executives seated around the Round Table.

‘They’re completely different from when I saw them before.’

These were people I had often seen in the Audience Chamber, yet their presence here was entirely transformed.
The auras that had been suppressed beneath Glen Zigheart, a transcendent being, now rose like wildfire—baring their fangs as if ready to devour one another.

‘So these are the true executives of Zigheart.’

Both the Unit Master and the Organization Master possessed fierce auras and eyes burning with indomitable spirit.
Regardless of whether I had personal connections with them, I felt a surge of pride knowing that such warriors belonged to Zigheart.

Boom!

As I smiled with satisfaction, the conference hall doors swung open, releasing an aura of an entirely different magnitude than before.

Valdemar entered with heavy, deliberate steps. The Round Table Meeting is also known as the Executive Council or the Organization Master’s Conference.
I had understood that the Division Master rarely participated, yet Valdemar had unexpectedly joined.

“Valdemar is here?”
“The Jinmu Division Master has arrived….”
“That’s quite rare.”
“Still, he attends more often than the Gwangpung Division Master, doesn’t he?”

The other executives seemed equally surprised, their murmurs rippling through the hall.

“Hmph.”

Valdemar snorted dismissively at me sitting in the corner before taking his seat at the innermost position.

This time, the door opened smoothly, as if freshly oiled.
Yet the aura of the figure who entered was as vast and refined as Valdemar’s—perfectly woven like thread through a needle. Denier walked forward with composed eyes, his aura meticulously constructed.

Denier exchanged glances with the executives around the Round Table before finally looking at me. He offered a serene smile as if to say I was welcome, then took his seat opposite Valdemar.

[Does the Hyunmu Division Master visit occasionally?]

I sent an aura message to Trevin, who stood at a distance.

[No.]

Trevin shook his head.

[The Hyunmu Division Master participates in the Round Table every time unless he’s on a mission. He also yields many assignments, so he’s quite popular among the executives.]

He laughed, saying Valdemar was entirely different.

I observed the two Division Masters seated at the innermost positions.

Valdemar’s brow furrowed as if displeased with the situation, while Denier’s eyes remained as serene as always.

As everyone fell silent under the heavy presence of the two, the door finally opened, and Chad, the Bi-Yeon Society Master, entered.

“I seem to be the last to arrive.”

Chad bowed apologetically. He proceeded to the innermost position, standing between Denier and Valdemar, and withdrew some documents.

“Now that everyone is here, I shall commence the meeting.”

Chad unfolded the first document and gave a light nod.

“First, regarding the state of the Continent. Thanks to the efforts of the executives present here, there have been no major issues within Zigheart Territory. In fact, many have elevated our reputation by resolving external incidents.”

His gaze shifted from the documents toward me.

“However, peace within Zigheart Territory does not mean the entire Continent is stable.”

The Bi-Yeon Society Master’s eyes flickered with an enigmatic light.

Eden attacked Sepia, war broke out between Valcar and the Black Tower, the North-South Alliance destroyed the Garam Clan to seize new territory, the White Blood Cult devoured Kazan’s sect, and the Holy Sword Association began its advance toward the world.

He seemed to have investigated the trends of Oma as a whole and knew their administration in detail.

Of course, that’s not all. The New Rising Powers are also making careful moves. Even if Aris Zigheart’s faction stays still, the remaining four are plotting something as well. Just as a wildfire starts from a small spark, no matter how difficult things are, we cannot afford to ignore even one thing.

Chad spoke in a cold, measured tone as he recounted the situation across the entire Continent—a far cry from his demeanor before Glen.
It was as if he had become an entirely different person. Just as I was thinking he was someone not to be underestimated, he continued.

“However, the entity currently drawing the most attention is neither the Six Emperors Five Demons nor the New Rising Powers.”
“The Sword Sage?”

Serena clicked her tongue softly.

“Precisely.”

Chad nodded, meeting Serena’s gaze.

“A map marking the location of the Sword Sage’s tomb has surfaced—the same Sword Sage who stood among the Continent’s mightiest centuries ago. The map’s current owner is an assassin known by the alias White Death.”

He had even learned the assassin’s alias, likely drawing on the Bi-Yeon Society’s intelligence network.

I furrowed my brow upon hearing that name.

‘White Death…’

When Merlin had spoken of it, the map had been in the possession of a martial artist named Muryeong Gwigaeng, but it seemed the owner had changed during my training.

“With the Six Emperors Five Demons clashing repeatedly and the Sword Sage’s tomb now exposed, the Continent has become a powder keg—a volatile situation indeed.”

Chad exhaled a short sigh.

“I ask that all executives exercise caution when undertaking missions and maintain firm control over your subordinates.”

With that counsel and warning, he set down the first document.

“Now, I shall begin assigning missions. Any executive with a preferred assignment, please raise your hand.”

Chad lifted a second document. It appeared to contain the list of available missions.

I surveyed the atmosphere around the Round Table and moistened my lips.

‘I’d like to see the Sword Sage’s tomb if possible.’

Given that Chad had brought up the Sword Sage’s tomb first, an exploration mission of it would likely be among the available assignments. It seemed like an opportunity to gain far more than other missions, and I found myself drawn to it.

“The first mission, as I mentioned initially, is reconnaissance of the Zigheart Territory. We must survey the route from the Northern Sea to the end of Bekmang Mountain, and since we need to prepare for any anomalies or attacks that might occur, this is actually a far more critical mission than it appears.”

Chad raised his voice and set down the documents.

“Those who wish to undertake the reconnaissance mission, please raise your hands.”

A handful of unit leaders and Trevin raised their hands in response.

“Hmm, then this mission shall go to the Iron Formation….”
“Wait.”

Just as Chad was about to select Trevin, Valdemar raised his hand.

“A trivial matter like this—shouldn’t the youngest typically handle such things?”

He seemed to have already forgotten what Chad had just said about its importance, muttering dismissively as he turned his gaze toward me.

“The youngest, you say….”

Chad looked at Valdemar with a puzzled expression.

“That one over there. The kid who sat at the Round Table for the first time today.”

Valdemar pointed directly at me. He seemed intent on picking a fight, and true to form, he didn’t even bother going through subordinates—he stepped forward himself. Truly a consistent man.

“You’ve only just become an Organization Master and this is your first Round Table meeting. In situations like this, it’s proper for you to take on the tedious tasks on behalf of your seniors.”

He furrowed his brow, grumbling about how young people these days lacked manners.

“Hmm….”

Chad furrowed his brow while adjusting the documents, clearly racking his brain for a way to counter Valdemar.

I let out a quiet chuckle watching the scene unfold.

‘Just as expected.’

Valdemar was a creature driven by whim, no different from a beast, so I knew he would certainly provoke me—and my prediction had proven accurate.

“I’m aware that there are hierarchies among the executives.”

I offered Valdemar a light bow.

“However, such relationships exist for mutual consideration, not to shirk unwanted duties onto others. I believe that’s the purpose.”

I presented my argument to him, his brow furrowed.

“As the commander of a military unit leading subordinates, I should receive missions I can tackle with full strength. Accepting unwanted duties out of deference to seniority would be disrespectful to this Round Table.”

I returned to my seat after speaking.

“You insolent bastard!”

Valdemar rose, his brow creasing.

“Have you become so arrogant from a few accomplishments that you’ve lost all respect? What gives you the right to question this place!”
“Isn’t this the Round Table? I thought it was designed as a circle precisely for discussions like this.”

I smiled, running my hand along the Round Table before me.

“Tch, fine. You’re right.”

Valdemar unexpectedly conceded his mistake.

“But this place isn’t merely for discussion. If opinions clash, we can settle matters through force.”

He clenched his fist as if he’d found his opening.

“Today, I’ll—”

The conference hall doors burst open as if they might shatter, and Aris entered.

Whoosh!

Her form became light itself, vanishing before reappearing at the far end of the Round Table, her leg sweeping across Valdemar’s cheek.

Crash!

Valdemar was suddenly struck and crashed through a chair, slamming into the wall.

“Huh?”
“Ah….”
“What, what is this?”

Everyone’s jaws dropped at the sudden turn of events.

“Listen here, you stubborn old fool.”

Aris Zigheart stepped on the fallen Valdemar’s head, her brow furrowed.

“A new executive arrives and instead of welcoming them, you pick a fight? Your pettiness is absolutely nauseating!”
“Ugh!”

Valdemar shoved Aris’s foot away and sprang to his feet.

“Sister! What are you doing!”
“Your stubborn behavior is so revolting I can’t help myself!”

Aris Zigheart muttered about feeling sick and took Valdemar’s seat.

“Ugh….”

Valdemar could only grit his teeth, caught between frustration and helplessness, biting his lip.

“What a waste of that bulk, boy.”
“Bulk? What do you mean bulk!”
“Fat bulk, what else!”

Aris Zigheart frowned as she looked at Valdemar’s muscular frame.

“This isn’t fat, it’s muscle! No matter how much you’re my sister, you shouldn’t say such things….”
“Fine then, I’ll call it a muscle bulk instead.”
“That works!”

Valdemar nodded contentedly as he stood beside Aris Zigheart.

I blinked as I watched the exchange.

‘Are you really satisfied with just that?’

Despite being beaten, losing his position, and hearing insults, he seemed content with just a muscular brute. It was easy to understand yet incomprehensible at the same time.

“Chad?”
“Yes. Yes!”

At Aris Zigheart’s call, Chad nodded while swallowing hard.

“Give it here.”

She forcibly snatched the documents from Chad’s grasp and held them up.

“You all lack consideration. When someone new arrives, you should take care of them.”

With that, Aris Zigheart held up the documents toward Raon.

“Our nephew. What do you want to do? Since it’s your first mission, your aunt will treat you.”
“Ah….”

Raon closed his eyes tightly as he watched the beaming Aris Zigheart.

‘Please stop….’

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