The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 626

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Chapter 626

I met Deningrose’s gaze, which carried a sharp intensity, and let out a sigh.

‘It would’ve been stranger if those lunatics hadn’t shown up.’

The Holy Sword Association revered swords and swordsmanship as sacred, and they were deranged enough to kill their own parents and siblings to obtain ascending sword techniques.

They were the type who would infiltrate the inner chambers of the Six Emperors themselves to claim the Sword Master’s Tomb legacy, so their absence would have been far more suspicious.

“Who came from the Holy Sword Association?”
“Croix, the Ghost Sword Master.”

Deningrose withdrew a document and placed it on the table. The name Croix was written at the top, with details about his background listed below.

“He reached the highest Master rank before the Holy Sword Association went into hiding.”
“Croix….”

I’d heard of Croix, the Ghost Sword Master, even in my previous life. His footwork was so exceptional that there were rumors his true weapon wasn’t his sword, but his feet.

“Then there’s a possibility he’s already reached Grand Master rank by now.”
“Do you remember Listern?”

Deningrose was speaking about the Ghost Sword Master when she suddenly brought up Listern’s name.

“Of course I remember him.”

Listern was a Black Market operative who had guided me to the Sran Tribe when I went to rescue Judith. He was a former assassin, and because he followed my orders well, his image was firmly etched in my memory.

“He said he couldn’t properly see the Ghost Sword Master’s footwork. Even Baek Saou, the previous owner of the tomb map, is skilled in footwork and concealment, yet he was caught immediately. So even if his swordsmanship is questionable, his footwork alone wouldn’t be strange to call Grand Master level.”

Deningrose tapped the document with her finger, emphasizing that he was someone to be cautious about. The weight of her concern seemed to resonate in that dull sound.

“Then the Ghost Sword Master has probably already entered the Sword Master’s Tomb.”

Unlike the Spiritless Ghost Guest and Baek Saou, the Ghost Sword Master possessed superior combat ability, so it seemed he would have found and entered the Sword Master’s Tomb immediately.

“No.”

Deningrose shook her head, her gaze serene.

“The Demon Sword Master is only moving about. It seems they haven’t fully interpreted the map yet.”
“Interpreted?”
“Well, it’s less about interpretation and more that the terrain has changed so much over the centuries that they can’t locate the tomb.”
“Ah….”

I understood what she meant. Since hundreds of years had passed since the Sword Master’s Tomb died, the landscape had transformed so drastically from when the map was created that they couldn’t pinpoint the tomb’s location.

“Both the Spiritless Ghost Guest and Baek Saou have been moving through the neutral territory where Zigheart and the Valkar Kingdom meet, gradually heading westward.”

Deningrose raised her voice and pulled out a map.

“And right now, the Demon Sword Master Croix is located here.”

Her finger pointed to the very edge where Zigheart and Valcar met. Just beyond that point, the words “Black Tower” came into view.

“According to our Black Market’s predictions, the tomb should be somewhere in this vicinity.”

Deningrose traced her finger to form a triangle connecting Zigheart, the Valkar Kingdom, and the Black Tower—a neutral zone belonging to none of the three powers.

“Currently, that area isn’t just swarming with the Six Emperors Five Demons, but neutral factions and reclusive masters as well. It’s absolute chaos. Warriors blinded by desire for the Sword Master’s techniques are even slaughtering ordinary people.”

Deningrose wrinkled the bridge of her nose, indicating the situation was dire.

I carefully committed the region she’d indicated to memory, then retrieved a pouch of gold coins I’d prepared beforehand from my spatial pocket.
As the heavy pouch of gold coins landed on the table, it trembled.

“This is….”
“I’m purchasing all information regarding this matter in real time.”
“Tracking is possible, but are you truly going? I heard you were assigned a reconnaissance mission….”
“I was assigned a reconnaissance mission, so I have to go.”

I ran my fingers across the map Deningrose had just pointed to.

“I can’t simply leave those treasure-blinded swine to their own devices, can I?”

The Sword Master’s Tomb was appealing, and capturing the Demonic Sword Master held its own allure, but what took absolute priority was protecting my family’s territory. I couldn’t afford to ignore those threatening Zigheart’s safety.

“It won’t be easy. The Six Emperors Five Demons are naturally dangerous, and now we have former masters who’ve turned their backs on the age, along with reclusive eccentrics hiding their names.”
“That’s fine.”

Raon shook his head with a faint smile.

“If I can’t overcome even that much, I’ll be dead by next year anyway.”
“A life-or-death…”

Deningrose nodded briefly, as if she understood what he meant.

“There’s no point trying to stop you, is there.”

She sighed and brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen across her neck.

“Then I’ll do my best to support you in the name of the Black Market. First, let me locate the Demonic Sword Master’s—”
“No. That comes later.”

Raon pointed at the map with a finger drawn diagonally across it.

“What I need to do first is…”

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After meeting with Deningrose, Raon headed to the 5th Training Ground.

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen who had been waiting at the training ground gathered before the platform.
Though their vacation hadn’t ended, the swordsmen were already drenched in sweat, dressed in their training clothes.

They had all rested for just a single day before voluntarily resuming their training.
Those guys had become training fanatics no different from me.

“Organization Master.”

Martha bowed with formal courtesy.

“All of Unit 1 has arrived.”

Unlike when she served as deputy commander, she now displayed proper deference and respect. I’d expected her to be the least compliant, but she surprised me.

“Unit 2 is all here too.”

Lunan Slion raised his hand with an expressionless gaze. Respectful in form, yet devoid of respect in substance.

“Unit 3 has arrived in full.”

Burren Zigheart emerged last, bowing his head.

“Well done.”

I nodded lightly and surveyed the entire Gwangpung Corps. Perhaps because they’d been training at the Training Ground, despite the summons during their leave, not a soul appeared discontented.

Well, except for one.

“Master, I’m dying here. The world’s spinning in two.”

Rimer, slouched against the platform, waved his hand weakly.

“I’m suffering so much—why’d you call me in…?”

Even after two days, Rimer’s hangover hadn’t fully lifted. He groaned, clutching his head.

I ignored Rimer and gazed down at the Gwangpung Corps, then spoke.

“As you’re all aware, we’ve been assigned a mission by the Round Table Council.”
“We heard! It’s a reconnaissance mission, right?”

Dorian raised his hand eagerly.

“Reconnaissance—just hearing that puts my mind at ease. Seems like nothing will go wrong.”

He smiled, grateful for receiving such a safe assignment.

“This is going to be boring.”

Martha clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Who would dare attack Zigheart Territory?”
“You never know what might happen.”

Burren shook his head as he looked at Martha.

“The name Zigheart isn’t invincible. You’ve experienced that firsthand, haven’t you?”
“Hmph.”
“Protecting and exploring our Family Estate is a noble duty. Everyone, stay sharp.”

He steadied the morale of the Gwangpung Corps with a measured tone.

‘Is it because of Karun?’

Burren’s demeanor seemed slightly more rigid, perhaps due to the trouble Karun had caused. His shoulders appeared heavier than usual.

“I could sleep while walking.”

Lunan Slion blinked, remarking that his sleep time would double. The moment Burren finished speaking, he came out with such a comment—his consistency was truly remarkable.

Clap.

I clapped my hands to draw the Gwangpung Corps’s attention.

“The 3rd Squad Leader is right.”

I nodded, looking at Burren.

“Some of you may have already heard, but currently, a storm is sweeping across the Continent—the Sword Master’s Tomb.
“I’ve heard about it too. They say chaos has already broken out?”

Crain raised his hand enthusiastically.

“But that tomb has nothing to do with us.”
“Right. We just need to conduct reconnaissance.”

The others nodded, having also heard about the tomb.

“No, it matters. It’s established fact that the Sword Master’s Tomb is located not far from Zigheart Territory.”
“Is… is that really true?”

Burren’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t known such a fact. The other swordsmen also let out whistles of surprise, their mouths falling open.

“Yes. Our mission is to patrol Zigheart Territory, identify potential dangers, and eliminate them. In other words, this is directly related to that.”
“Organization Master.”

Martha curled her lips into a smile and approached the platform.

“You were aiming for that from the start when you accepted the reconnaissance mission, weren’t you?”

Raon answered with a faint smile.

“Our Organization Master really is insane, I tell you.”

Martha’s laughter was refreshing, contradicting her words. Her expression showed she was far more pleased with this than a simple reconnaissance mission.

“It’s your first Round Table Council, and yet how did you come up with such an idea…?”

Burren shook his head as if he couldn’t comprehend it.

“He really is something else.”
“That audacity is useful at times like this.”
“The Sword Master’s Tomb, huh…?”

The other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen also seemed interested, wearing faint smiles as they chattered about the tomb.

….

Rimer watched quietly from behind, observing me and the Gwangpung Corps without saying a word. A gentle smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Save the small talk for later.”

I gathered the Gwangpung Corps’s attention once more.

“The Sword Master’s Tomb itself will be dangerous, but with countless monsters gathering in the surrounding area, this will be a grueling journey. Your vacation hasn’t even ended yet…”

I raised a finger and continued speaking.

“For this mission, I’ll accept volunteers. Those who don’t wish to go may rest at the Family Estate.”

I meant it sincerely. Since their vacation hadn’t ended yet, I didn’t want to drag everyone along.

“What are you saying!”

Martha furrowed her brow and leaped forward.

“I’ve been tormented by you for three weeks—why would I pass up the chance to settle this!”

She clenched her fists so tightly they crackled, desperate to crush enemies immediately.

“She’s right.”

Burren Zigheart ground his molars together.

“I trained in hell for three weeks—I need to reap the benefits!”

He gripped his sword again, determined to release the accumulated stress.

“I’ll make sure none of them sleep.”

Lunan Slion shouted that he’d keep the others awake too, his eyes wide open—though his fierce gaze was hardly intimidating.

“I’m going too!”
“If you leave me behind, I’ll crawl after you!”
“I’ll kill them all!”
“No, I’ll tear out their throats.”

Not just the unit leaders, but the entire Gwangpung Corps gnashed their teeth with savage intensity.
Their eyes gleamed yellow like those of rabid dogs, not human eyes at all.

“Ugh….”

Dorian hesitated until the last moment without raising his hand, then reluctantly voted in favor.

‘The momentum is good, but….’

Raon tilted his head, observing the half-turned eyes of the Gwangpung Corps member.

‘Why does everyone seem insane?’
-Did your conscience grow hair? You’re the one who drove him mad!

Wrath exhaled in exasperation, watching the Gwangpung Corps member’s madness burn ever more intensely. He furrowed his brow at the sight.

-Even a circus trainer feeds and lets his animals sleep, you lunatic!
‘….’

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Lucen Village, straddling the border between Zigheart and neutral territory.

An unprecedented number of warriors had descended upon the small village where all its inhabitants made their living through communal management of an orchard.

“This is the place. Search every corner.”

A middle-aged man atop a black horse revealed cold, piercing eyes as he gestured with a finger.
It was Bulandt, the leader of the Black Scorpion Bandits, known in the Baekran Desert as the wind of death.

“Yes!”
“Open every door!”
“Don’t miss a single ant—find them all!”

Bandits in black hoods destroyed the village on horseback, snapping apple trees as they went.
Though their weapons differed, the eyes of every bandit burned with the same flame of greed.

Crack!

Apples carefully cultivated by the villagers of Lucen were crushed and burst beneath hooves. Apple trees were felled endlessly until the orchard lay barren and desolate.

“W-what on earth is the meaning of this!”

The Village Chief of Lucen approached Bulandt, who rode the black horse.

“Please, stop this!”
“If those trees die, we die with them!”
“We’ll give you money!”

The villagers followed the Village Chief, dropping to their knees and bowing their heads.

“Do you want to die?”

The scar bisecting Bulandt’s forehead writhed grotesquely. It wasn’t a question—one more word and he would kill them without hesitation.

“Ugh….”
“Ah….”

The Village Chief and villagers, who had never experienced the presence of a martial master, trembled with ashen lips and retreated.

“Unit Master.”

The vice-commander of the Black Scorpion Bandits, an eye patch covering his left eye, approached Bulandt and bowed.

“We’ve cut down all the trees in the orchard and searched the houses, but found nothing. Are you certain this is the right place?”
“The Ghost Sword Master saw this location marked on the map when he killed Baek Saou. I’m certain of it.”

Bulandt shook his chin with conviction.

“But nothing has appeared….”
“Burn it.”
“Sir?”

The vice-commander’s eyes widened in confusion.

“We’ve felled the trees, but the thicket still obscures our view. Burn it all down.”
“But this region belongs to Zigheart. If they appear….”
“Zigheart’s attention is on the Ghost Sword Master right now. If we move quickly, it won’t matter.”

Bulandt snapped his fingers, signaling they should finish this swiftly and leave.

“Understood.”

The vice-commander nodded in agreement and gathered his subordinates.

“Burn the orchard and the village.”
“As you command.”

Four mages draped in grey robes unleashed the inferno coiled in their palms.
The crimson flames surged forward like a ravenous beast, consuming the entire village and orchard in their embrace.

“W-water! Bring water! Hurry!”

The Village Chief’s jaw trembled as he cried out for water. Overcoming his terror, he crawled on his knees toward Bulandt.

“Please, I beg you! I’ll give you all the money I have! Please….”

As he wrung his hands, Bulandt drew the spear slung across his shoulder.

Thwack!

The Village Chief staggered, a blackened hole torn through his chest.

“Gah—!”

He tried to staunch the wound, but blood poured forth like a broken dam, unstoppable and relentless.

“Aaaahhh!”
“Village Chief!”
“No….”

The villagers sat frozen in disbelief, unable to comprehend their leader’s death.

“Dispose of the rest.”
“Yes!”
“We’ve been waiting for those words.”
“This is so much easier.”
“Who cares about Zigheart anyway.”

The bandits advanced with sinister smiles, relishing how simple their task had become.
Just as their blazing spears descended upon the villagers, a colossal explosion erupted from the orchard’s entrance.

Boom!

The bandits standing guard at the entrance were split down the middle and hurled into the flames.

“What in—”

Bulandt raised his spear, which he’d lowered, peering through the gray smoke.

“Clear the way.”

A shadow surged from within the gray smoke, its voice low and measured.
The moment that eerie voice touched the ground, three swordmasters burst forth.

Kuwaaaaang!

The black-haired, black-eyed female swordmaster who charged first thrust her blade forward. An immense aura as vast as a tidal wave condensed at the sword’s edge before erupting in a single breath.
The bodies of the deputy commander and elite guards protecting Bulandt were torn to shreds.

Chyaaaack!

The blue-haired swordmaster who followed drew a graceful arc of light like a crescent moon hanging in the sky. A pristine line, untouched by the mortal realm, extended forth, and the necks of the mages preparing their defense snapped like toys.

Hwaaaaa!

The female swordmaster with violet eyes who walked out last swept her blade across the ground. Frost born from the sword’s edge rode the wind, freezing the legs of every bandit and horse solid.

“You… you bastards, what are—”

Bulandt stumbled backward, his lips trembling as he glimpsed the emblem of a burning sword emblazoned on the swordmasters’ garments.

“Z-Zigheart?”

He gasped, gripping his spear tighter.

“Why is Zigheart here!”

As if answering his cry, a chilling footstep echoed from within the split gray smoke.

Step.

The black-haired swordmaster who had torn apart the deputy commander, the blue-haired swordmaster who had severed the mage’s neck, and the violet-eyed swordmaster who had frozen the entire bandit force—all three stepped back.

Behind the three figures rose eyes burning a deeper crimson than the sun itself. My heart clenched as though it might burst merely from meeting that gaze.

“Wait, just—”
“No.”

The golden-haired man with crimson eyes shook his head calmly. I knew. There was only one young swordmaster who commanded such monsters.

“Raon Zigheart….”
“Consider yourself unlucky.”

With a chilling sound of air being rent, Bulandt’s head fell.

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