The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 646

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Chapter 646

A small tavern behind the Royal Capital.

Despite the midday hour, the tavern was packed with people enjoying drinks and meals.

“Say, have you heard of the Sword Scar Land?”

A mage in a brown robe set down his cup and narrowed his eyes.

“Sword Scar Land? Never heard of it.”

The knight sitting across from him shook his head calmly.

“Your information is slow, then.”
“I was on the front lines until yesterday. It’s strange that I’d know Royal Capital news.”
“This isn’t about the Royal Capital—it’s related to the Sword Master’s Tomb.”
“The Sword Master’s Tomb?”
“You mean you don’t even know the Sword Master’s Tomb was discovered?”
“Of course I know that!”

The knight frowned, as if offended.

“The truth is, the Sword Master wasn’t neutral—he belonged to Zigheart. And the location where his tomb was discovered was also Zigheart’s Land.”

The mage in the brown robe leaned forward, revealing the Sword Master’s secret. Perhaps to hear his words better, the noisy tavern fell silent.

“Is that… really true?”

The knight stood up abruptly, disbelief written across his face.

“Everyone who came out of that place tells the same story, so it’s definitely not a lie.”
“Then the Sword Master’s legacy…”
“Thanks to the previous generation’s consideration, the Gwangpung Corps Commander, Raon Zigheart, claimed it.”

The mage in the brown robe nodded rapidly.

“Heh, he’s already a monster as is, but if he’s obtained the Sword Saint Legacy’s inheritance, I can’t even imagine how far he’ll grow….”

The knight’s words faltered, his envy of Raon evident.

“Right. It’s like a monster sprouting wings.”
“But what about that Sword Scar Land you mentioned at first? Is it related to Raon Zigheart?”
“Ah, so your wits are finally catching up. Yes, it is.”

The Mage raised his voice, feeling the entire tavern’s attention fixed upon him.

“As you likely suspected, not everyone seeking the Sword Saint Legacy’s inheritance actually entered the tomb. A considerable number waited outside the tomb in alliances, planning to ambush whoever emerged with the artifacts.”
“So they were planning to act like hyenas.”

The knight furrowed his brow, calling them despicable.

“Exactly. They figured he’d be exhausted and wounded. They were counting on that opening. However….”

The Mage in the brown robe pressed his lips together firmly.

“Those fools didn’t account for a ‘head-obsessed monster.'”
“A, a head-obsessed monster?”
“Raon Zigheart. Apparently, before he even emerged from the tomb to be ambushed, he made a declaration first. That from now on, this place is Zigheart’s Land. Drop your weapons or get out, he said.”
“And, and then? What happened after?”

The knight’s hand trembled as he gripped his cup, his excitement palpable. Everyone in the tavern held their breath so completely that not a single sound could be heard.

“Ten seconds later, Raon Zigheart, armed with only a single sword scabbard, utterly destroyed every warrior and Mage present. Not a single one was spared—every head was crushed.”
“E, every head?”
“There were hundreds of warriors, yet not a single death. Every last one had their heads crushed. It was pure terror….”

The Mage in the brown robe shuddered, fear evident in his frame.

“Later, even those who threw down their weapons and fled had their heads smashed in. So now, before the Sword Master’s Tomb, a mountain of abandoned weapons and blood flowing from shattered skulls has been created.”
“So that’s why he’s called a head-obsessed monster….”
“Exactly. Impressed by both the terror of one man crushing hundreds of heads and his restraint in not taking a single life, they now call that land Zigheart’s Holy Ground—Sword Scar Land.”

He shook his head, finding Raon both fearsome and worthy of respect.

“Phew, I can’t believe it. He smashed hundreds of warriors with just a sword strike….”
“It wasn’t a smash—he crushed their skulls.”
“No, skulls or whatever. I just can’t believe it.”

The knight squinted his eyes in disbelief.

“If he obtained a legacy from Sword Master’s Tomb, he must have fought against Oma and other forces. So how could he possibly bring down hundreds of people?”
“He didn’t bring them down—he crushed their skulls!”
“Right. Skulls! And that’s what I can’t believe!”
“There’s evidence right there, isn’t there?”

A mage in a brown robe pointed his finger to the right. Not just the knight, but everyone in the tavern turned their gaze in that direction.

“Ehehehe….”
“Ahahaha….”

A swordsman and a mage with bandages wrapped around their heads were holding empty cups on their heads, laughing with an eerie, vacant sound.

“Those two are the warriors who survived that hell. Ever since their skulls were crushed and they returned, they’ve remained in that state. The healer said it would take at least six months for them to recover.”
“That… that’s what surviving looks like?”

The knight stared at the two vacant-eyed figures, his mouth falling open.

“Well, they did survive, after all.”

The mage in the brown robe shook his head matter-of-factly.

“Sword Scar Land….”

The knight stroked his nearly bald head and swallowed hard.

“I shouldn’t even piss in that direction….”

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“…That’s how the rumors are spreading.”

Chamber smiled brightly and waved her hand.

“….”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘A monster with a head full of madness….’

The rumors had spread in such a strange way.

I had merely tested my increased power and quickly resolved the situation so the exhausted Gwangpung Corps wouldn’t suffer any damage, yet unexpected rumors had spread.

However, it didn’t seem to be entirely bad rumors. It meant that many people had begun to recognize that region as belonging to Zigheart.

-Smashing heads worked! Not that head, but this head. Kehehk! Kek!

Wrath tapped his own head and then let out a dry cough.

‘Every time he speaks, he coughs. Just stay quiet.’

I pushed Wrath into the bracelet and looked at Chamber.

“But you’re with me right now—how are you hearing these rumors?”
“Would a Grand Mage not be capable of that much?”

Chamber put a lollipop in her mouth, telling me not to underestimate mages.

“Actually, I didn’t believe everything you said.”

Her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. The mage who had shown only friendliness until moments ago was no longer present.

“I verified whether your words were true by synthesizing external rumors, and it seems they don’t deviate much.”

The moment those words entered my ears, Chamber’s demeanor lightened again, as if she were looking at a child.

I bit my lip.

‘What a frightening person….’

He smiled on the surface while internally cross-referencing the rumors with my testimony—he was not someone who could be judged by appearances alone. It was no wonder the epithet “Six Emperors” had been bestowed upon him.

“So you did crack his head, then?”
“…Yes, I did crack it, but I didn’t expect the rumors to spread this quickly.”

I had moved at a reasonable pace, yet I never anticipated that rumors would travel faster than I could.

“Rumors have always traveled faster than feet. Not just throughout the Royal Capital, but across the entire Continent, I’d wager? That region should be easy pickings for you, no?”

Chamber clapped lightly in congratulation.

“What’s more impressive is that you didn’t kill a single person. You possess the bearing a true powerhouse should have.”

King Lecross nodded approvingly.

“No, that’s not right. They’re transparent fools. You should have slit their throats instead of cracking their skulls.”

Chamber’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

“Because of what happened with Kuzan and Barfil, I didn’t wish to see blood spilled.”
“Ah, I see.”

King Lecross nodded in understanding.

“But isn’t turning someone into an idiot by cracking their skull even more terrifying?”

Chamber tilted her head, her finger resting against her chin.

“…There is one more thing I must show the two of you.”

I had nothing to say in response, so I changed the subject immediately.

“Something you must show us?”
“You seem to be changing the subject, but very well.”

Chamber smiled brightly and nodded.

“This is it.”

I withdrew a fragment of the sword sheath infused with dark aura from my possession. The piece still bore its blackened hue.

“A ceramic fragment?”
“There’s an incredibly ominous energy emanating from it.”

Unlike King Lecross, who existed beyond dimensional space, Chamber’s eyes narrowed immediately upon seeing the fragment.

“After I defeated the warriors surrounding the tomb…”

I recounted to Chamber and King Lecross the circumstances of my assault by Derus Robert.

“So this dark aura belongs to the one who attacked you?”
“Yes. I believe this person to be the leader of the faction orchestrating this entire affair.”

The sheath of the Heavenly Sword had been crafted personally by Balkan, the greatest artisan under heaven. Its interior possessed the effect of containing auras, allowing me to confine Derus Robert’s dark aura for a brief period.

“Wait. Could the aura contained within this be death itself?”

Chamber bit her lip as she touched the sheath fragment.

“Yes. It is at minimum an aura released by a Transcendent. According to the Head of House’s assessment, it reaches a level that could affect our family head.”
“That pirate woman?”
“Yes.”
“With eyes like hers, she wouldn’t see illusions…”

She remarked on how astonishing this was, composing her lips thoughtfully.

“This is certainly valuable intelligence. Thank you.”

Chamber nodded, her eyes gleaming with quiet light.

“I wish I could have seen it myself.”

King Lecross gazed at the sheath fragment, his lips curving slightly.

“I remember it, so I’ll send it to you.”

Chamber flicked her finger, and the scabbard in her hand shifted to Lecross’s grasp.

“Hah….”

Lecross exhaled softly as he gazed at the scabbard.

“Death truly is intricate. I never imagined such an aura could exist….”

His azure eyes widened in genuine astonishment.

Yet Raon’s amazement stemmed from an entirely different source.

‘Is spatial magic truly that effortless?’

The distance between Valcar and Owen was considerable. Moments ago, she had sent the blade across, and now with a single flick of her finger, she’d transported that scabbard fragment. Even accounting for Chamber being an Archmage, I hadn’t anticipated she could wield spatial magic with such casual mastery.
Even though Chamber is a great mage, I never thought she would be able to use teleportation magic so freely.

“There’s nothing to be so surprised about.”

Chamber smiled faintly, as if understanding Raon’s confusion.

“A dimensional thread?”
“A line of dimension?”

As soon as Raon saw Lecross, he nodded as if to confirm it was him.

“She was my mentor.”
“Your mentor?”
“Indeed. She served as my etiquette instructor from the time I was five years old. She even concealed her identity to enter the castle.”
“That’s right. I’ve been your tutor since you were five years old. I even deceived you about my social status to get in.”

Lecross drew a subtle smile as if recalling old memories.

“Why are you even bringing up old stories like that!”

Chamber pulled her hat down with a displeased expression.

Raon blinked his eyes.

‘Five years old? An etiquette tutor?’

King Lecross appeared to be middle-aged, but in truth, he was nearly as old as Glen Zigheart.
If he had served as an etiquette tutor when Chamber was five years old, her age defied all reasonable estimation.

“Then Chamber’s age would be….”

Unable to suppress my curiosity, my lips moved without my consent.

Snap!

In that instant, my vision cut to black.

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“Mmm….”

I lifted my trembling eyelids. An unfamiliar ceiling came into view—geometric patterns etched upon it as if depicting constellations.

‘Where am I….’
-Anyway!

Wrath thrust his scowling face forward.

-That mouth of yours is always the problem, boy!
‘My mouth? What did I do?’

I furrowed my brow, massaging my temples.

-Sigh! That’s enough!

Wrath muttered that I wouldn’t do and waved his hand dismissively.

“You’re awake.”

It was Aris’s voice. I glanced to my right and found her sitting on the sofa, laughing.

“What did you say to that witch? I’ve never seen you make such a face before.”
“Ah….”

Now that she mentioned my expression, the memory came flooding back. I recalled how my vision suddenly darkened when the topic of age came up.

“I asked Chamber about her age.”
“Ah! That’s why!”

Aris burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Ah, that makes sense. Actually, that witch’s age is over a hundred….”

As she was about to speak, the ceiling twisted, and lightning struck down from the clear sky.

Rummmmmble!

Aris looked up at the ceiling shaking as if it might collapse, then quickly shook her head.

“Let’s end this conversation here.”

She waved her hand cautiously, as if reading the mood.

“The witch—I mean, what did Chamber say to you?”
“Both of them said they were actually grateful to me instead.”

I lifted my upper body and let out a sigh.

“I don’t understand why I should be thanked when I’m the one who lived because of them.”
“That’s only natural.”

Rimer opened the door and entered, shaking his head.

“Kuzan and Barfil sacrificed themselves to save you, and you fulfilled their wishes by destroying the mastermind and saving the people. You didn’t let their deaths go to waste, so they thanked you for that.”

His eyes held an unusual gravity as he continued speaking.

“That is the bearing one must have as the leader of the Six Emperors. Learn from this opportunity as well.”
“…Understood.”

It was rare for Rimer to offer such counsel. I etched the gaze and tone of King Lecross and Chamber deeper into my heart.

“Take this.”

Aris Zigheart tossed me a fragment of a scabbard stained black.

“Both of them have confirmed everything, and they said they would assist with the search.”
“Ah, thank you very much.”

I accepted the scabbard fragment and carefully tucked it into my garment.

‘Now it’s all finished.’

Coming to Valcar wasn’t solely about informing them of Kuzan and Barfil’s deaths.
It was also my purpose to alert Chamber and King Recart to the dark current that Derus Robert had left behind, and it seemed they had accepted it properly.

If Derus ever resorted to using the dark current, it would fall within the sight of these two—a tremendous gain indeed.

“What will you do now?”

Rimer tilted his chin while crossing his arms.

“I must return to Zigheart.”
-Cough! Cough!
“However…”

I chuckled softly as I heard Wrath’s coughing.

“Before I return, I should have one mint chocolate ice cream.”
-Ooooh!

Wrath let out a sharp cry and bounced up above the bracelet.

-The cough vanished the moment thou mentioned eating mint chocolate! Truly, the power of mint chocolate is magnificent!
‘If the cough is gone, there’s no need to eat it…’
-Kehehe! Keeeeck! Kyieeeeeeck!

Wrath began to howl like a beast. Blood seemed to trickle down his neck.

‘…I’ll eat. Just stop.’

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A group of people dressed in black robes stood in the Garden before the Zigheart Annex.

“The Garden has expanded, hasn’t it? Or did they renovate the building as well?”

A blonde middle-aged man standing at the front of the group surveyed the Garden and the Annex structure, letting out a scornful laugh.

“I believe we should start with that, Vice-Leader.”

He bowed his head to the white-haired old man standing to his right.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Crisson.”

The old man called Vice-Leader frowned as if disappointed.

“The Garden has always been this size, and the Annex renovation was approved by the Head of House. If we touch unnecessary parts, we might face a counterattack instead. It seems you didn’t investigate properly.”
“I-I apologize.”

Crisson lowered his head while scratching the back of his head.

“Since I thought everything would be meaningless without Raon Zigheart, I just….”
“Tsk.”

The Vice-Leader clicked his tongue briefly.

“Since Karun, who used to suppress the Branch Family rabble, has ended up like that, get your head on straight. This place is the only thing that can hold Raon Zigheart’s leash.”
“But I’m not sure if that will actually work out….”

Crisson sighed with concern.

“Do you know how to subdue a distracted lion?”
“Well, that is….”
“You attack from behind and grip its neck firmly—then it cannot move an inch. It never forgets the memory of its mother’s fangs sinking into its nape when it was young.”

The Vice-Leader twisted his lips into a sneer.

“To seize Raon Zigheart’s leash, we must first place one around Sylvia’s neck.”

His eyes, brimming with contempt, fixed upon the Annex Building.

“I cannot stomach the sight of a runaway bitch who crawled away from Zigheart and some mongrel of unknown breeding standing at the heart of our House.”
“Your words ring true, sir.”

Crisson nodded, unable to accept anything less than that himself.

“Then sharpen your wits and follow me.”

The Vice-Leader’s eyes turned glacial as he strode toward the Annex Building. Crisson and the warriors of the Elder Council fell into step behind him.

Crackle.

Though a path lay before them, they trampled the flowers blooming in the Garden as they approached the entrance of the Annex Building.

“Ahem.”

At the Vice-Leader’s gesture, Crisson stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“This is official business of the Elder Council! All personnel in the Annex Building, come outside at once!”

Though he shouted to intimidate them, his voice dissipated before it could reach the building.

Whoosh.

The main gate of the Annex Building opened silently, and a female swordmaster with golden hair like melted sunlight, clad in white martial garments, stepped forth.

“Hmm….”

The Vice-Leader bit his lip as he met the crimson gaze of the swordmaster, whose presence emanated an eerie calm.

‘Is that the Sylvia everyone speaks of?’

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