The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 649

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Chapter 649

I swallowed hard as I gazed at the brilliantly glowing map.

Before entering the tomb, I had released the Gwangpung Corps to save the villages, and now those villages were connected by lines, forming a single path that linked Zigheart to the Sword Master’s Tomb.

‘It connected like this?’

I had only wanted to save the people before me, regardless of whether it was Zigheart’s Territory or not. I never imagined such a result would come to pass.

“Judging by your expressions, you didn’t know either,” Glen said.

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly.

“Of course, even so, the result doesn’t change. Every village that pledged itself to Zigheart invoked the name of the Gwangpung Corps.”

His voice carried a rare note of pride, and his expression seemed softer than usual.

“The Head of House speaks truly.”

Sheryl stepped forward.

“Both the Village Chief and the Mayor expressed their gratitude to you.”

She laughed, saying her heart had grown warm.

“Territorial expansion—that is a tremendous achievement for any family or kingdom. To accomplish such an achievement peacefully with minimal casualties is nothing short of a feat of legend.”

Glen’s voice remained calm, but his lips trembled violently as if someone else had lifted the corners of his mouth.

“I hold this feat in high regard. I bestow upon all members of the Gwangpung Corps gold medals and territorial rights.”

As he snapped his fingers, Roen emerged from the inner chamber carrying a tray bearing gold and silver medals.

“Th-thank you so much!”
“It is an honor!”

The Gwangpung Corps gripped their chests and knelt, bowing their heads.
The swordsmen seemed more impressed by the fact that their actions had greatly benefited Zigheart than by receiving the gold medals themselves.

“I bestow silver medals upon all members of the Gonggeom Unit who fought valiantly at the Sword Master’s Tomb to protect the Gwangpung Corps.”

Glen announced the rewards for the Gonggeom Unit and rose from the Jade Throne, descending from the platform. With so many people present, he seemed intent on distributing them personally.

“Th-thank you!”

Burren, who received the gold medal and elixir first, pressed his lips tightly together as if holding back tears.

“Thank you!”

Martha’s expression suggested she felt she deserved it, yet her face flushed crimson like a radish at the honor of receiving the gold medal directly from Glen.

“Thank you.”

Only Lunan’s eyes and expression remained unchanged. He accepted the gold medal and elixir with his usual stoic gaze.

Glen distributed gold medals to all members of the Gwangpung Corps and silver medals to all members of the Gonggeom Unit, then turned back to the front.

“Commander of the Gonggeom Unit.”
“Yes, Head of House.”
“Even with mistakes made, to endure to the end and save your subordinates and the Gwangpung Corps—that is a remarkable achievement.”

With those words, he presented the gold medal and elixir to the Gonggeom Unit Commander.

“This is a fine elixir for internal injuries. Take it as soon as you return.”
“Thank you….”

The Gonggeom Unit Commander accepted the gold medal and elixir with slightly trembling hands.

“Finally, Commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”
“Yes.”

Raon stepped forward.

“Slaying Seol Goehu, the 6th Apostle, and the Gwimma Swordmaster; revealing the truth of the Sword Master’s Tomb and its secrets; retrieving his legacy; and finally, reclaiming Zigheart’s Land.”

Glen calmly recounted the accomplishments Raon had achieved thus far. His voice remained measured, yet his lips and the corners of his eyes gradually lifted toward the heavens.

“Each achievement is remarkable and cannot be easily dismissed. Combined with your past contributions, it would not be impossible to incorporate the Annex Building into the Main Mansion and elevate both Sylvia and you to the Main Lineage.”

At his final declaration, everyone in the Audience Chamber widened their eyes.

“Head of House!”
“That is….”
“Silence.”

Glen sent a fierce glare toward the Main Lineage members who opened their mouths, then shook his head.

“However, there is a promise between you and me regarding that matter.”
“Yes, sir.”

Raon nodded. I had declared that I would obtain the Main Lineage status by defeating the Demon King myself.

“Since matters have unfolded this way, I shall grant you a wish of your choosing this time.”
“Did you just say a wish, sir?”
“Indeed. I cannot grant everything, but I will do my utmost within what is possible.”

Glen’s eyes grew calm as he indicated he would fulfill whatever he could.

“….”

I quietly surveyed the Audience Chamber. I closed and opened my eyes briefly as I observed the Main Lineage members with widened eyes in surprise, Rimer and Sheryl who seemed to suggest I request them to deal with the Elder Council, and Aris.

“I wish for the Annex Building to have proper defensive authority.”
“Defensive authority?”

Glen raised one eyebrow as if taken aback.

“During the Jinmu Jeonju’s special inspection and again during this Elder Council inspection, both were meaningless attacks. Only the Annex Building suffered great losses, and only the attendants endured hardship.”
“What nonsense! I spent several times more money entering that place! After being squeezed by you, I could barely….”

As Valdemar spoke those words, he suddenly burst forward.

“Want to die? Won’t you shut your mouth?”
“Ugh….”

As Aris narrowed her eyes, Valdemar flinched and retreated further back.

“While inspections themselves are one thing, conducting them repeatedly merely to harass us, and using the Annex Building’s handmaidens during those inspections—all of it is unreasonable. Therefore….”

I turned my gaze toward the Main Lineage executives and twisted my lips slightly.

“I request autonomy for the Annex Building.”
“Au-autonomy?”

The Main Lineage executives were the first to react.

“That’s absurd!”
“Granting autonomy to the Annex Building? Absolutely not!”
“Head of House!”

They shook their heads vehemently, insisting it was impossible.

“….”

Glen said nothing and turned his gaze away.

“Do you wish for me to break my own words?”
“Ah….”
“That’s not what we meant….”

The Main Lineage members trembled as they met his gaze, retreating backward.

“Certainly, with autonomy, the issues that have occurred thus far could be resolved. However, autonomy is not a matter to be decided lightly. It could mean the Annex Building forfeits Zigheart’s protection.”

Glen nodded without the slightest change in his expression.

“For now, I shall indefinitely suspend all inspections, investigations, and access regarding the Annex Building. As for the matter of autonomy, I shall consider it further before we discuss it again.”
“…Thank you.”

I exhaled briefly and bowed my head.

‘This is enough.’

I had never aimed for autonomy from the start. As Glen said, if the Annex Building lost Zigheart’s protection, that would create its own set of problems.

Since the major wish of autonomy had been rejected, the Direct Line members didn’t complain even though defensive authority was granted. It was exactly the result I wanted.

“Since I couldn’t fulfill what you desired, if there’s another wish you have, speak it.”

Glen’s eyes grew slightly colder.

‘It looks like he’s suggesting I take revenge on the Vice-Leader.’

His gaze seemed to be telling me to use the wish right to counterattack the Vice-Leader who had tormented the Annex Building.

But that was something the Annex Building and I had to handle ourselves. If I asked Glen or Aris to do it, we’d suffer the same fate for the rest of our lives.

Besides, there was no need to waste the wish right on something I could accomplish on my own.

“Then I’d like to receive several martial arts texts.”
“Martial arts texts?”

Glen frowned, seeming surprised by this request as well.

“Which martial arts texts are you referring to?”
“I’d like to discuss that separately. There’s also something I need to convey to the Head of House.”
“Very well.”

Glen waved his hand toward the executives standing on either side.

“We’ll conclude for today. Everyone, you’re dismissed.”

The executives and the Gwangpung Corps bowed their heads to Glen and filed out. The Direct Line members showed reluctant expressions, but they had no choice but to leave.

Only Sheryl, Roen, Aris, and Rimer remained in the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Raon!”

Aris approached from the side and shouted.

“You should have said you wanted to crush the Vice-Leader’s head and his lackeys’ heads!”
“Would that have been granted?”

I smiled faintly and shook my head.

“Even if the plan didn’t come to fruition, surely something must have been severed?”

Aris Zigheart adjusted her sword as if she intended to take direct action herself.

“Let’s hear what Raon has to say first.”

Sheryl smiled faintly and shook her head at Aris Zigheart.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen also chuckled, trusting that Raon must have thought this through.

“First, please take a look at this.”

Raon produced a fragment of the scabbard imbued with Derus Robert’s dark aura and handed it to Glen Zigheart.

“This is….”

Glen Zigheart accepted the scabbard fragment and furrowed his brow.

“The aura of death?”
“Correct.”

Raon nodded, observing the scabbard fragment whose black light had considerably faded.

“When I emerged from the tomb and drove back the warriors….”

He recounted to Glen Zigheart, Sheryl, and Roen the incident of being attacked by Derus Robert.

“Such a thing….”
“How alarming….”

Sheryl and Roen widened their eyes in surprise.

“It was dangerous. Without Sword Ghost’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him alone.”

Aris Zigheart ground her teeth, still visibly frustrated.

“From what I can see, he wouldn’t fall short even compared to the leaders of the Six Emperors.”
“Such a man targeted Raon….”

Glen Zigheart’s crimson eyes flickered with an eerie light, as if scarlet lightning was crackling through them.

“I believe he’s the leader of those who turned the Sword Master’s Tomb into hell. He probably tried to kill me for failing the mission.”
“That would be right.”

He didn’t take his eyes off the scabbard fragment, as if vowing never to forget the aura of death dwelling within it.

“Understood. I’ll have Chad investigate this matter.”
“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head to Glen Zigheart.

‘That should do it.’

I had revealed Derus Robert’s hidden schemes to three of the Six Emperors—a harvest far beyond my expectations.
If Derus couldn’t contain himself and revealed his power, I could shatter both his reputation and standing.

“Then what martial arts texts do you desire?”

Glen Zigheart placed the scabbard fragment in his bosom and nodded.

“The martial arts texts I desire are the Middle Mountain Sword, the Heavenly Nature Sword, and….”

I first mentioned the texts needed to dismantle and analyze the Sword Master’s Tomb’s martial arts techniques, then paused briefly before revealing the final book’s name.

“The Ten Forms Sword Manual.”
“The Ten Forms Sword Manual. That’s….”
“The Vice-Leader’s swordsmanship.”

Upon hearing the final martial arts text, cold light swirled in Sheryl and Aris Zigheart’s eyes.

“You’re planning to challenge him to a duel.”

Rimer uncrossed his arms and stepped forward.

“Yes. I’ll have to fight him.”
“That old man is strong, but he’s cunning. He knows he’s stronger than you, so he’ll never agree to fight. There’s nothing to gain from winning anyway.”

He shook his head, saying Raon would find it frustrating.

“Then I’ll have to make him fight.”
“How?”

Not just Rimer, but everyone present swallowed hard.

“Vice-Leader.”

I looked at Rimer and raised my finger.

“You’re acquainted with Vice-Tower Master Bervin, aren’t you?”

Bervin was the Vice-Tower Master of the Magic Tower within Zigheart, and I had often seen him with Rimer at taverns.
The mage who summoned orcs during practical training when I was a trainee was also under his command.

“Bervin? He’s a drinking buddy of mine.”

Rimer blinked at the sudden mention of Bervin’s name.

“I’d like to borrow him for tomorrow.”

I pulled out gold coins and curved my lips into a smile.

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“The Dragon Slayer….”

Kiluwan, Vice-Leader of the Elder Council, drew a bitter smile as he recalled Raon’s image.

“I wondered how skilled he was, but he’s still just a boy.”
“A boy, you say?”

Crisson, who had returned from the Patriarch’s Hall, tilted his head in confusion.

“He appears talented, but he’s naive. He’s at exactly the right level to be manipulated.”
“Hmm….”
“You don’t seem to understand.”
“Yes. As I listened to what he accomplished today, I found myself admiring him without realizing it….”
“That’s certainly impressive. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Kiluwan tapped the desk carved from a single piece of blackwood and curled the corners of his mouth upward.

“When the Head of House offered to grant him a wish, he didn’t bring up our matter, did he?”
“No. I was surprised too. If he had wanted to take revenge against us, it would have been chilling….”
“That’s exactly what makes him naive.”

He sank deeper into his chair and turned his gaze toward the darkening window.

“He’s thinking of targeting me with only his own strength.”
“Targeting you means….”
“Yes. A duel.”

Kiluwan pressed the index finger of his left hand against the index finger of his right hand.

“He’s planning to challenge me to a duel.”
“Ah!”

Crisson’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on him.

“He means to settle it directly without relying on the Head of House’s power. That way, an untouchable wall is created beyond just the defensive rights granted to the Annex Building. However….”

Kiluwan lightly separated the two fingers he had been holding together.

“A duel means nothing if the other party refuses to accept it. He will spend the rest of his life regretting the opportunity he lost today.”

He chuckled softly, recalling Raon’s distorted eyes.

“But now we have no way to touch the Annex Building either, do we?”

Crisson stroked his still-clenched jaw and furrowed his brow.

“Methods can be created as needed. There are ways to cause trouble beyond mere inspections and investigations.”

Kiluwan waved his fingers, casually listing off methods to provoke the Annex Building.

“As expected, you are truly remarkable!”

Crisson gazed at Kiluwan with admiration, exhaling a breath of awe.

“Order the children to rest for about a week.”

Kiluwan’s turbid eyes gleamed with cunning intent.

“After that, they’ll need to return to the Annex Building.”

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The following morning.

As the swordsmen finished their breakfast and began their duties, a white curtain unfurled across the sky above the Main Mansion.

“What is that?”
“It looks like magic?”
“Right. The Magic Tower is moving it. Was there an event today?”
“It’s spreading out like paper.”

The swordsmen and servants all stopped in their tracks, gazing upward at the sky.

Whoooooosh!

Black characters danced across the white curtain like brushstrokes on paper being written in real time.

[Children are taught from an early age never to approach beasts that carry their young. Beasts with offspring to protect become extremely sensitive, and their teeth and claws become far sharper than usual.]

It was not merely words appearing on the canvas. A clear, melodious female voice resonated throughout the Main Mansion.
Though she was simply reading the text, it miraculously resonated in their ears as vividly as if reciting poetry or singing a song.

[Yet there exists an old man who does not know the laws of nature that even children understand. Why is this? If one reaches that age without knowing what should rightfully be learned, it is certain that their parents failed to educate them.]

[Raised by parents who abandoned moral education, having never built a good family of his own, he cannot comprehend how precious another’s family truly is.]

[The ignorant express their inferiority complexes upon others, while the mature recognize their own shortcomings and cultivate their hearts. The base seek out those lesser than themselves to mock, while the noble share knowledge and compassion with the lacking.]

[That the Vice-Leader of Zigheart, having received no education from his parents, has become ignorant and base—this is truly lamentable.]

[I, as the Organization Master and Sword of Zigheart, cannot allow the Vice-Leader of the Elder Council to remain base, ignorant, and a stubborn old man uneducated by his parents.]

[Therefore, I shall personally impart to the Vice-Leader the teachings of the world in place of his parents. If the Vice-Leader wishes no longer to be base, ignorant, and uneducated, appear at the Grand Training Grounds at noon three weeks hence. – Gwangpung Corps Commander Raon Zigheart.]

Finally, the name Raon Zigheart, Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps, was written down, and the woman’s clear voice also came to an end.

“Ah….”
“Uh….”

Countless people stood before the Main Mansion, yet not a single one could open their mouth.

“Yua’s voice truly is remarkable.”

From the roof of a mansion far from the Main Mansion, I applauded.

-That’s right. The pineapple girl’s voice is like a nightingale…no wait! That’s insulting their parents!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he raised his hand.

‘True.’

I nodded calmly.

-Hey, you bastard! Even demons don’t insult parents!
‘That old man brought up parents first.’
-No, setting everything else aside, this is the most refreshing and elegant insult to parents I’ve ever witnessed….

The creature blinked as if at a loss for words.

“That’s how it lands.”

Raon watched the Elder Council building tremble as if struck by an earthquake, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“The duel application is complete.”

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