The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 662

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Chapter 662

“Your… mother’s?”

Martha’s fingertips trembled violently. The sword she’d been gripping slipped from her grasp and embedded itself in the ground with a dull thud.

“Yes. Your mother. Or rather, the White Blood Cult Master’s whereabouts have been discovered.”

He furrowed his brow slightly, as if uncertain what to call her.

“…Where?”

Martha clenched her rising chest and bit her lip.

“To the south. She apparently ravaged the Kal Kingdom, which lies near the Beast Alliance.”

Denier rubbed his forehead and released a long, weary sigh.

“Three knight orders were annihilated, and the king is dead as well.”
“Ugh…”

Martha clenched her trembling hands into fists.

“That demonic wretch…”

The body the White Blood Cult Master controlled was my mother’s.
Though she had lived harshly, my mother had never wielded violence recklessly—yet hundreds had been slaughtered in her body. A fury so intense it felt as though my heart would burst consumed me.

“Why did she attack the Kal Kingdom?”
“The exact reason hasn’t been clarified yet, but it appears she sought to steal a relic from the kingdom. Given that the king is dead, she likely succeeded.”

Denier shook his head, indicating the situation was dire.

“Then where is the White Blood Cult Master now?”
“The Beast Alliance Leader personally pursued her the moment he learned of the attack on the Kal Kingdom, but she had already vanished.”
“Of course she had…”

Even the Beast Alliance Leader found it nearly impossible to track down and capture the White Blood Cult Master from such a distance.

“Are you alright?”

Denier placed a hand on Martha’s shoulder as she hung her head.

“You asked me to investigate the White Blood Cult Master’s movements, so I did conduct the inquiry. But I’m uncertain whether this is the right decision.”
“No, Father. This is something I absolutely need to do. Thank you.”

Martha clutched the trembling necklace and bit her lip firmly.

‘Yes. I must know the truth.’

I need to understand what the White Blood Cult Master did with my mother’s body and who she killed—only then can I seek forgiveness later.
I haven’t given up on saving my mother yet.

“But there is one piece of good news.”

Denier raised a finger as he looked at Martha.

“Good news?”
“Yes. You mentioned that the White Blood Cult Master is still wearing your mother’s necklace, correct?”
“That’s right. That’s how I was able to recognize her.”

The White Blood Cult Master resembled my mother, but possessed a far more delicate and youthful appearance. Without the necklace, it would have been difficult to identify her.

“The Organization Master Balam sent back his answer. He says the reason the White Blood Cult Master continues to wear that necklace is because she hasn’t completely erased your mother’s soul.”

Denier nodded as he gazed at the necklace Martha held.

“If fortune favors us, we might be able to drive out the White Blood Cult Master’s soul.”
“Is that… truly possible?”
“Yes. However, the probability is extremely low.”
“That’s enough. That’s all I need.”

Martha picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and nodded.

‘I can save my mother…’

My resolve to kill the White Blood Cult Master was unwavering, yet I remained at a loss for how to save my mother.
Upon hearing a solution to my greatest ordeal, my heart began to pound fiercely.

“How can I save my mother?”
“The artifact imbued with the sorcery of Genesis and you, bound by blood—both are essential, or so I’ve heard. I’ve already made arrangements for that item.”

Denier steadied his breathing as he observed Martha’s wavering eyes.

“Balam is obsessed with money, so he handles his work flawlessly. You can trust him.”
“Father. Thank you.”

Martha bowed her head, unable to meet Denier’s gaze.

“I’ll repay you someday, I promise.”

Balam was the most money-obsessed sorcerer on the Continent. The astronomical sum involved meant mere gratitude could not suffice.

“It is only natural for a father to do so.”

Denier shook his head and embraced Martha, whose shoulders trembled.

“…Thank you, truly.”

Martha closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of Denier’s embrace.

‘Meeting you was my greatest fortune.’

Without Denier, I would have perished on the streets before ever reaching Zigheart. Thanks to him, I gained the Zigheart name and met Raon and the Gwangpung Corps—a debt I would spend my lifetime repaying.

“But Martha?”
“Yes?”
“Unless I’m mistaken, it seemed you used wind earlier….”

Denier tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

“That’s right.”

Martha nodded, looking up at Denier.

“Raon created a new martial art. It’s called the Gale Wind Style….”

I told Denier about the Gale Wind Style that Raon had created and how the entire Gwangpung Corps had fallen into a state of martial transcendence.

“The Gale Wind Style….”

Denier murmured the name of the Gale Wind Style while examining the sword scar that Martha had left behind.

“Could you show me, perhaps?”
“Of course. Though I don’t have much energy left, so I can’t maintain it for long.”

Martha stepped back from Denier and activated the Gale Wind Style.

She wrapped the winds of the Gale Wind Style around her Titan’s aura and unfolded the Martial Force Sword technique she had learned from Denier.

Whoooosh!

Sharpness and speed infused the sword strike, which carried tremendous weight, creating a power on an entirely different level.

“What do you think?”

Martha unfolded the successive forms of the Martial Force Sword and lifted her chin proudly.

“Could it be a martial art that utilizes transcendent perception?”

Denier’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“Exactly. It moves according to my will, but the wind itself possesses intent as it dwells within the blade.”
“Huh….”

Denier swallowed hard, genuinely astounded.

“Raon truly created this martial art?”
“He conceived it in just one week. We were all shocked. Why else would that gambler abandon the Gambling House and devote himself to training?”

Martha smiled, noting that the Gale Wind Style was a martial art that even Rimer had committed himself to practicing.

“Hmm….”

She nodded, watching the wind dissipate from her palm.

“The wind has completely faded. I should go inside and cultivate for a while.”
“Yes, go ahead.”

As Denier nodded, Martha bowed and turned to leave.

In that instant, Denier’s eyes sank into a hollow, vacant hue. The affection, love, surprise, and bewilderment he had shown his daughter melted away like watercolor paint caught in the rain.

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After finishing an awkward meal with Glen, I made my way to Sylvia’s infirmary.

“Raon!”

Sylvia sat up on the bed dressed not in patient’s clothes, but in martial robes.

“Mother, why are you wearing martial robes…?”
“Today is the day the lady is discharged.”

Helen smiled as she folded the patient’s clothes Sylvia had been wearing.

“My one and only son doesn’t even know his mother is being discharged, visiting only once a week…”

Sylvia spoke sadly, sniffling.

“Mother, I did tell you that it would take some time to teach the children martial arts…”

I rubbed the back of my neck while meeting Sylvia’s gaze.

-Tsk tsk!

Wrath clicked his tongue sharply and shook his head.

-This is why raising an angel is utterly pointless!

He clung to Sylvia with his tail wagging.

-Mother, you need not worry! The True Demon King shall serve you to the very end!

Wrath grabbed Sylvia’s shoulders, insisting that his real son was right here.

“I was joking.”

Sylvia laughed brightly and waved her hand.

“I know better than anyone how busy you are. So, did you successfully teach the Hwigwangryu?”
“Yes. Fortunately….”

I told her about how the entire Gwangpung Corps had fallen into a state of enlightenment.

“Wait, the entire unit fell into enlightenment? How is that even possible?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened as she heard something she had never encountered before.

“It was something I hadn’t anticipated either.”

I waved my hand and sat down beside Sylvia.

“Hearing that the children have fallen into enlightenment makes my body feel restless.”

Sylvia rolled her shoulders, eager to be discharged immediately and begin training.

“Yes. You should train and teach the Hwigwangryu as well.”
“Hmm….”

At those words, Helen twirled her hair around her finger.

“Young Master, can we really learn it too?”
“Yes. Even if you started late in martial arts, I made it easy to learn. It won’t be too difficult.”

I laughed, saying they just needed to trust Sylvia and follow her lead.

“Phew, I never thought I’d learn martial arts at this age. I’m excited but also nervous.”

Seeing Helen’s trembling hands, I recalled what had happened with Glen.

“Ah, there was one more unusual thing that happened today.”
“Unusual? Is there anything more unusual than the entire Gwangpung Corps falling into a trance?”
“Yes. The Head of House….”

I recounted what had transpired with Glen before coming to the infirmary.

“Gasp….”

Helen reacted first, exhaling sharply.

“The, the Head of House wanting to dine with you! My lady! Doesn’t that mean he wants to grow closer to you?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure….”

Contrary to expectations, Sylvia showed no surprise, offering only a faint smile.

“Raon.”
“Yes?”
“Should anything similar occur, treat the Head of House with warmth.”
“W, warmth?”
“Yes. With warmth.”

She made her request while gripping my shoulders.

“That’s impossible….”

Just as I was about to protest, the infirmary door burst open.

The ones who entered were Ensia and Siyan, who had departed for the Yonan Family to write the biography of Raon Zigheart.

“Mother!”
“Are, are you alright?”

The two rushed to Sylvia and Helen, examining their bodies carefully.

“I’m fine. I’ve recovered completely.”

Sylvia smiled brightly and raised her arms.

“I’m so sorry! We were in the Secret Chamber and just came out, so the news reached us too late!”
“I-I’m sorry.”

Ensia wore an apologetic expression, saying she hadn’t even known that a friend from the Bi-Yeon Society had sent the information. Siyan also lowered her head, murmuring her apologies.

“No, actually I’m relieved you two were away.”

Sylvia laughed, saying she was glad they hadn’t suffered through the ordeal.

“Mother!”
“S-Sylvia…”

Ensia rushed toward Sylvia, while Siyan covered her face with her long hair and sniffled.

I watched the scene with a faint smile.

‘Right. It was fortunate they weren’t here.’

Ensia was the successor to the Yonan Family, and Siyan was a High Elf of Sepia and a contractor of the Spirit King.
If Kiluwan had touched either of them, it would have become truly troublesome.

‘But then again…’

Am I invisible?

Normally, they would have found me before Sylvia and cried out in joy, but they were so apologetic that they didn’t even spare me a glance. It was what I wanted, certainly, yet somehow it felt bitter.

-Pathetic.

Wrath shook his head as if he’d sensed my thoughts.

“So, did you finish the book?”
“Yes! It’s going to be published across the entire Continent soon!”
“Can you show me?”
“Of course!”

Ensia pulled out a book with an exceptionally luxurious cover and handed it to Sylvia. The spine read “Biography of Raon Zigheart, Volume 2,” and the cover was a deep green. Just seeing the book made my spine tingle.
In the center, it was written “Raon Zigheart Biography Volume 2,” and the cover was dark green. Just from seeing the book, chills ran down my spine.

“May I take a look as well?”

I swallowed hard and approached Ensia and Siyan.

“Oh? Raon! When did you arrive?”
“Gasp!”

Ensia approached with a bright smile, while Siyan hid behind her.

“You look so handsome today! That slightly scraped forehead is absolutely perfect!”

She laughed, her cheeks flushed crimson.

“I heard everything! Sword Scar Land!”

Ensia smacked her lips eagerly.

“I’m planning to write the next volume up to Sword Scar Land! It’s perfect for a biography! It’s truly legendary!”
“Yes. Yes.”

Siyan nodded as if it were obvious.

“Ah, well….”
“Oh, you wanted the book, didn’t you? Of course I should give it to you.”

Ensia retrieved Volume 2 of the Biography of Raon Zigheart from her spatial pouch and handed it over. This too was a crisp new book.

“…Thank you.”

I opened the book with trembling hands, my own name emblazoned across its cover.

[When Raon Zigheart roared, the Kaibhar cowered, his scales trembling as he fled into the depths of the sea.]

[As Raon Zigheart unsheathed the divine blade imbued with the breath of the sun, the sea split in two, and the body of Kaibhar, hidden on the seabed, was revealed.]

[Kaibhar sensed his defeat and knelt, offering all the treasures he had accumulated, begging for mercy.]

[Raon Zigheart did not succumb to the dragon’s temptation. He raised the demonic blade wreathed in moonlight and severed the dragon’s neck in one stroke. At that moment, as if blessed by the heavens themselves, the treasures Kaibhar had hidden poured down like rain.]

I closed my eyes tightly after reading Kaibhar’s letter.

‘Scales trembling in hiding, the sea split in half, dragons kneeling, treasures raining down like precipitation?’

Nothing about it was normal.

‘Siyan went with me, so why did things get worse!’

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Where mountain and river converged, sunlight scattered in delicate patterns.

King Roman drove the handle of his axe into a pebble-strewn beach littered with stones of varying sizes.

He picked up a round pebble like a coin and scraped it across the crimson blade. The pebble shattered into four pieces before the stone could even complete two passes.

Roman selected a fresh pebble and sharpened the axe’s edge again. This time, only after five strokes did the pebble crumble to dust.

He concentrated so intently on sharpening the axe blade with pebbles—as though it were some critical mission—that his breathing became inaudible.

The sun that had hung at its zenith sank lower, and even when sparks burst from the pebbles striking the blade and illuminated the darkness, Roman’s hands never ceased their work.

Only after reducing more than a thousand pebbles to sand did Roman finally stop. He nodded with a satisfied expression and gestured.

“Come out now.”
“How long have you known?”

An elderly man with ash-gray hair emerged from the mountain’s shadow.

Deep wrinkles etched his face, yet his body revealed muscles as solid and defined as stone.

But what truly revealed him was an aura as fierce as lightning. A colossal wave of unified energy—spirit, essence, and will merged as one—blanketed the space like clouds.

“What brings you here, Beast Alliance Master?”

Roman did not answer the Old Man’s question and quietly turned his gaze away.

“I came to inquire whether the preparations are proceeding well.”

The Old Man, called the Beast Alliance Master, shook his head briefly.

“I myself cannot tell whether the preparations are going well or poorly. However, it has been a very long time since a life-and-death duel has filled me with such anticipation.”

Roman simply said he would enjoy it and calmly rotated his wrist.

“I hear that young brat obtained the martial arts of the Sword Saint?”
“I heard so as well.”

He nodded calmly.

“However, it has nothing to do with me.”
“How can it have nothing to do with you when you’re about to engage in a life-and-death duel with that young brat?”
“What matters is not him, but myself.”

Roman nodded with serene eyes and grasped the pebble in his hand once more.

“Then you’re confident you’ll win?”
“Of course.”

Like a warrior bearing the epithet of king, he spoke of his own victory without the slightest hesitation.

“Confidence is admirable. Yes. You must win with that confidence.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You are the third spear of the Nambuk Alliance. If you lose to a mere fledgling of Zigheart who has barely come of age, wouldn’t that be a disgrace?”

The Beast Alliance Master’s lips twisted upward.

“If that were to happen, I could not remain idle either.”
“Beast Alliance Master. Surely you don’t mean….”
“I am not like those foolish Elder Council members. I do not move for mere grudges. I act only for the Alliance.”

He said he would look forward to it and nodded.

“This is a life-and-death duel between myself and Raon Zigheart. Should I lose, do not move under any circumstances!”

Roman cast a sharp warning glance at the Beast Alliance Master.

“All you need to do is win.”

The Beast Alliance Master waved his hand lightly as if telling me to focus only on the life-or-death battle, then turned away.

“Let’s go.”

At those words, a red-haired youth emerged from behind the tree on the right.

Unlike the Beast Alliance Master, the youth’s aura was quiet and subdued. It was as hazy as mist rain, as if it didn’t exist in this place.

But looking at it again, you get the feeling that it’s surrounded by an oddly intense radiance. It was a light that emanated both warmth and coolness at the same time.

“Beorn….”

The youth called Beorn lowered his head with eyes as calm as dying embers, then followed behind the Beast Alliance Master.

Roman furrowed his brow as he watched Beorn’s back.

‘The Beast Alliance Master is one thing, but that one still doesn’t sit right with me.’

It wasn’t because Beorn had destroyed Rector. I simply couldn’t fathom what that man was thinking.

‘Similar yet different.’

Both Raon and Beorn possessed monstrous talent and eyes as red as blood itself.

Yet their gazes were completely different.
When I looked into Raon’s eyes burning with passion, I naturally felt expectation and affection toward him. Beorn was the opposite. Looking into those quiet eyes sent chills down my spine and filled me with unease.

“Hah.”

I exhaled sharply to clear my mind.
I picked up another pebble and resumed sharpening the axe blade. My concentration had waned—the pebble crumbled to dust in just two strokes, as it had at the beginning.

Roman clicked his tongue and gripped a fresh pebble. The sound of the axe blade being sharpened continued alongside the gentle flow of the river until sunrise.

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I sat before the elegant Round Table, as if draped in shadow, and smacked my lips thoughtfully.

‘There’s nothing worthwhile today.’

At the Organization Master’s meeting, I had hoped to select a mission that would give the Gwangpung Corps real combat experience, but nothing particularly caught my interest.

‘Reconnaissance, investigation, search….’

Several significant incidents had occurred recently, but most were in the South and Central regions, leaving little for Zigheart to concern itself with.

‘Is there nothing else?’

I gazed at Chad, hoping for a bandit subjugation or any mission that would allow for actual combat.

“Then I shall present the next mission.”

Chad unfolded the documents and cast a brief glance in my direction.

“It appears that various monsters are gathering around Dibarn Mountain. Given that even Etins have been sighted, it seems a rather powerful King has been born.”
“A King….”

Most monsters move in tribal units. Even among the same species, different tribes wage fierce territorial battles.

But there are times when monsters move as one, transcending tribe and species. When a King is born—a King capable of uniting all races.

‘This is it.’

If even the powerful Etins were present among the large monsters, then as Chad said, a formidable King had indeed been born.

“Those willing to undertake the monster subjugation mission at Dibarn Mountain, please raise your hands.”

Since it was the most significant mission yet, all the executives who hadn’t been assigned a task raised their hands.

I raised my hand without hesitation.

“The Gwangpung Corps Master will soon face a life-or-death duel. Does he have time for missions?”
“Right. Wouldn’t personal training be better?”

The Main Lineage executives sent subtle glances, as if telling me to back down.
Since I no longer had confidence in overwhelming them through force alone, I’d been needling them with words instead. The absence of Aris seemed to embolden them further.

“My affairs are my own concern. Stop meddling.”

I turned a cold gaze toward the Main Lineage executives.

“Hmm….”
“W-well….”

The Main Lineage executives couldn’t meet my eyes and averted their gazes.
Yet they showed no intention of abandoning their interference, immediately approaching Valdemar, the Jinmu Hall Master.

“What if the Hall Master himself stepped forward?”
“Yes. If the Hall Master intervenes, that bastard will have no choice but to back down.”
“Among today’s missions, this would be the best option.”

The Main Lineage executives bowed their heads toward Valdemar instead of Karun, imploring him to lend his strength.

“Hmm….”

Valdemar smacked his lips and raised his hand. As the Hall Master voted, the others sighed and lowered theirs.

“As expected! That’s Valdemar for you!”
“We’re all moved by the Hall Master’s benevolence!”

The Main Lineage executives snickered mockingly at me.

I furrowed my brow. Since mission assignments were determined by rank and power, there was no way around it now that Valdemar had acted.

I was about to click my tongue and lower my hand when Valdemar pointed in my direction with the hand he was holding up.

“If everyone else abstains, I’ll assign this mission to the Gwangpung Corps Master.”

Valdemar grinned and winked at me.

“Huh…?”

I stared at Valdemar’s wink with my mouth agape.

‘What is that brute doing now?’

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