The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 663

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Chapter 663

“…Jinmu Jeonju?”
“W-what are you saying right now?”
“Why would you give a mission to the Gwangpung Corps Master….”

The Direct Line executives who had relied solely on Valdemar blinked blankly, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

“Didn’t you all withdraw your hands, saying you wouldn’t do it?”

Valdemar answered curtly and shook his head.

“I was simply passing the opportunity that came to me to that fellow.”

His eyes narrowed as if questioning why they were complaining to him when they themselves had stepped back.

“B-but that guy. No, the Gwangpung Corps Master is from the Branch Family!”
“Why would you give the Gwangpung Corps Master a chance to earn merit….”
“Jinmu Jeonju! Please reconsider!”
“I’m not particularly fond of the Branch Family myself. However….”

Valdemar’s gaze swept across the many executives before he tilted his chin sideways.

“I like those with ability and ambition.”

Valdemar turned his gaze toward Raon and winked with his left eye once more.

“Ugh….”

I shuddered as I watched Valdemar. Seeing the crudest-looking person in this place wink at me sent goosebumps racing up my forearms.

-Why is that ogre acting like that?

Wrath wrinkled his nose bridge in displeasure.

‘I have no idea….’

Valdemar was a man I couldn’t help but despise, though perhaps not quite as much as Karun.
Even if he had provoked me first, I had beaten his son Rayden to the brink of becoming a cripple—there was no way we could maintain a good relationship.

Seeing him suddenly take care of a mission for me made it clear he had some ulterior motive.

‘But….’

I couldn’t predict what that bastard was thinking.

He wasn’t helping me in secret, and since he was supporting me in front of everyone, I couldn’t read his intentions.

My pride was wounded by the fact that I couldn’t understand Valdemar’s psychology—the simplest person in the Zigheart family.

“Ahem!”

Chad cleared his throat lightly to freshen the atmosphere.

“So you’re saying the Jinmu Jeonju wishes to hand over the monster subjugation mission to the Gwangpung Corps?”
“That’s right.”

Valdemar slapped the Round Table with his palm as if to confirm exactly that.

“Gwangpung Corps Commander.”

Chad nodded and turned his gaze toward Raon.

“Will you accept the monster subjugation mission that the Jinmu Jeonju has handed over?”

His expression made it clear he was insisting I accept unconditionally, his left eyebrow slightly lowered.

“Hmm….”

I didn’t answer immediately, instead scanning the eyes of Chad and Valdemar in turn.

‘Will this be alright?’

Since both Chad and Valdemar were suspicious individuals, I began to worry whether I should really accept this mission.

Though I couldn’t say the same for Valdemar, Chad was no fool. There was no way he would resort to such obvious tricks.

“May I ask one thing before accepting the mission?”

I exhaled slowly and looked at Valdemar.

“Go ahead.”

Valdemar nodded, as if telling me to do as I pleased.

“Why are you entrusting this mission to me?”
“Didn’t I say it from the beginning? I favor those with ability and ambition.”

He tapped the Round Table lightly with his finger and curled his lips upward.

“The answer is simple. You seem more capable of handling this mission than anyone else here.”

Valdemar blinked his left eye again. The trembling of his eyelid was oddly unnatural.

“You’ll accept it, won’t you?”

Valdemar nodded as if he believed refusal was not an option.

“Hmm….”

I watched Valdemar and smacked my lips. After hearing his explanation, I became certain.

‘The likelihood of him scheming is extremely low.’

Valdemar had witnessed Karun, who had attempted crude schemes, get beaten by Glen. Even if he were foolish, he wouldn’t resort to such obvious tricks.
Even if he were a fool, he wouldn’t brazenly pull a stunt like this.

“I accept.”

I nodded while looking at Chad.

“Then we’ll have the Gwangpung Corps handle the monster subjugation mission.”

Chad quickly concluded the mission assignment before anyone could object.

“Do well out there.”

Valdemar raised his thumb as if he believed me, then winked again.

-Isn’t that just a magnesium deficiency?

Wrath shook his head, saying he’d never seen such an ugly wink before.

‘Hmm….’

I turned my gaze away and bit my lip.

‘It’s not a trap, so why do I feel uneasy?’

It seemed I needed to prepare myself thoroughly.

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“Valdemar.”

After the executive meeting ended, Denier called out to Valdemar as he was about to return to Jinmu Hall.

“Hold on a moment. I need to talk to you.”
“What is it?”

Valdemar furrowed his brow, gesturing for him to speak quickly as if he had urgent business.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Denier approached Valdemar and narrowed his eyes.

“You hated Raon so much because of Rayden’s affair, so why are you suddenly trying to help him?”
“That’s ancient history.”

Valdemar faced Denier and shrugged his shoulders.

“Setting aside the heat of the moment, it’s true that Rayden provoked Sylvia first.”
“Even so, there’s no reason to help him, is there?”
“That Raon fellow has been growing on me lately.”
“What?”

Denier’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected such a response.

“When Heegyukje came looking for trouble, turning the tables and crushing him was entertaining, and his subsequent actions have been refreshingly decisive. The Sword Scar Land itself stands as a testament to his brilliance.”

Valdemar smiled as he recounted Raon’s accomplishments one by one.

“You used to despise the Branch Family.”
“When Rayden and Raon had their duel before, Father said something.”

He lifted his gaze toward the Patriarch’s Hall, raising a finger.

“Responsibility. He said that the Direct Line must act as the true masters of Zigheart, bearing responsibility for every action and every word. Raon now carries more responsibility than anyone else in Zigheart.”

Valdemar continued, adjusting the sword sheath at his waist.

“He’s elevated Zigheart’s name and decisively crushed our enemies. That’s how a Zigheart swordsman should live.”

He spoke without hesitation, his conviction unwavering.

“So that’s why you’ve been piling missions on him?”

Denier nodded as if he understood to some extent.

“Of course, that’s not all there is to it.”

Valdemar chuckled softly and shook his head.

“I heard Raon created a supreme-tier martial art.”
“You mean the Gwangpung Style?”
“That’s the one.”

He turned his gaze toward where the Annex Building stood.

“I gave the Hwigwangryu to the Annex Building and the Gwangpung Style to the Gwangpung Corps. There are plenty of powerful martial arts out there, but finding one that truly suits a person is rare.”

Valdemar smacked his lips long and hard, as if tasting something he coveted.

“That fellow is a genius of martial arts! And the rarest kind of genius at that—one who creates martial techniques perfectly suited to the individual.”

His eyes gleamed with an icy blue light.

“How could I possibly leave such a genius alone? I have to ask him to create a martial technique for me as well!”

Valdemar laughed, saying he might finally be able to break through the wall to transcendence.

“So you’re saying you’ll attach yourself to Raon?”
“What nonsense is that?”

He furrowed his brow deeply.

“Why would I attach myself to Raon! It’s simply mutual benefit!”

Valdemar shook his head, saying he was merely asking for a martial technique to be created since Raon had helped him.

“I haven’t abandoned my claim to the Head of House position yet. However….”

He furrowed his brow while facing Denier.

“You seem to be saying Raon shouldn’t become Head of House.”
“I didn’t mean it that way specifically, but isn’t that your stance?”

Denier met Valdemar’s eyes with a calm gaze.

“It’s not mine.

Valdemar shook his head firmly.

“As I’ve said before, even if I don’t become Head of House, I’ll accept whoever can lead the family better than I can. Whether that’s you, my older brother, or Raon—it doesn’t matter.”

His gaze was as resolute and straightforward as his sturdy frame.

“I see. That’s how it is.”

Denier nodded as if he now understood.

“Your older brother pretends to be virtuous, but he’s secretly eyeing the Head of House position, isn’t he?”
“Well….”

Denier chuckled softly.

“I’m different from your brother, who absolutely must become the Head of House, and from you, who don’t care if the position goes to someone else.”
“What do you mean? Explain it in a way I can understand!”

Valdemar furrowed his brow, clearly confused.

“There’s no particular need for you to understand.”

Denier said this and turned his back.

“And just so you know….”

He turned to face Valdemar again and raised a finger.

“Don’t you dare ask Raon to create a Martial Art for you just because you helped once today. You’ll be thrown out.”
“Huh? That won’t work?”

Valdemar blinked, as if he’d been about to rush to the Annex Building right then.

“Creating a Martial Art isn’t easy, and Raon’s favorability toward you is already at rock bottom. What would you accomplish by going now?”

Denier sighed as if he’d expected exactly this.

“Then what if I help him one more time?”

Valdemar laughed, as if that might actually work.

“It’s not about the number of times. Even if you help five times, it won’t happen!”

Denier couldn’t contain himself and raised his voice.

“Got it. Then six times!”
“Ugh….”

The moment he heard Valdemar’s refreshingly obtuse response, he dropped his shoulders in complete resignation.

“…Do as you wish.”
“This is just like old times.”

Valdemar chuckled as he watched Denier, exhausted from his own stubbornness.

“You’ve been all show lately, but you’re still the same.”
“Sigh…”

Denier shook his head slowly.

“Simplicity is one of your weapons. Walk forward with it.”

With those words, he departed toward where the Hyeonmu Hall stood.

“Just say it plainly, why don’t you.”

Valdemar watched Denier leave, then snorted dismissively.

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The next day.

I finished my preparations for the mission and climbed onto the platform of the 5th Training Ground.

With my hands clasped behind my back, I surveyed the entire Gwangpung Corps below. Though not much time had passed since I transmitted the Hwigwangryu to them, the swordsmen’s momentum had reached an even greater height. Their relentless day and night training showed in every movement.
Not much time had passed since Ryeon had passed down the Gwangpoongryu, yet the swordsmen’s momentum had already reached an even higher level. The signs of their relentless day and night training were evident.

Standing at the edge of the platform with a proud smile on my face.

This mission is to subjugate the Monster King born from Dibarn Mountain.

Raon looked at the Gwangpung Corps, which held anticipation rather than tension, and explained the mission once more.

“Um, isn’t the normal thing to say ‘be careful’ rather than ‘they’re perfect’?”
“Well, isn’t it more common to say ‘be careful’ rather than ‘that’s moderate’?”

Dorian’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Our Organization Master isn’t exactly a normal person. He’s mad. Or rather, slightly eccentric. Or perhaps… gracefully unhinged…?”

Crain stumbled over his words while trying to describe Raon, as if his mind had tied itself in knots.

“Unless we’re facing a king or his royal guard, you have no reason to fear ordinary monsters.”
“That’s true!”
“We’ve grown so much!”
“Monsters are nothing compared to Oma!”
“Right. If a monster gets us, we should bite our tongues and die!”

The Gwangpung Corps nodded confidently, as if they’d transformed their daily training into unwavering self-assurance.

“I like that confidence. So then…”

I smiled, pleased with their spirit.

“If any of you suffer even the smallest wound from a monster, or if the subjugation takes longer than it should, you’ll face a punishment so severe you’ll wish you’d bitten your tongue and died instead.”

My crimson eyes gleamed with a blood-red intensity.

“Ah…”
“Oh no…”
“He got us again!”
“Crain! Please, shut your mouth!”

The Gwangpung Corps realized they’d been caught on my hook and let out a cry of despair.

Clap!

I clapped my hands loudly, silencing the soldiers.

“Of course, there will be training even on the way there.”

I pointed at the ground with my finger as I spoke.

“I’ve grown accustomed to weaving Hwigwangryu into my swordplay, but my footwork still has considerable gaps….”
“Wait, you don’t mean….”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Practice infusing Hwigwangryu into your footwork throughout your entire movement. Even with superhuman senses, consciously invoking them yields far greater utility.”

At my instruction, the Gwangpung Corps’ faces turned ashen.

“Then we start now. Whoever runs last gets a smack on the back of the head….”

The moment I mentioned the back of the head, the Gwangpung Corps summoned the winds of Hwigwangryu and bolted from the Training Ground.

“Um….”

Rimer laughed awkwardly, gauging my reaction.

“I don’t have to do this, right? I’ve already mastered most of it.”
“….”

I simply picked up my sword sheath and smiled knowingly.

“Ugh! What are the Demon Race doing! Why aren’t you stopping him!”

Rimer ran after us with a tearful expression, lamenting that no disciple had ever threatened their master like this.

-What nonsense!

Wrath cursed as he watched Rimer’s retreating figure.

-If you take this bastard to the Demon Realm, it’ll be ruined!

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“Ugh….”

Hofen, commander of the 5th Holy Knight Order of the Shuper Holy Kingdom, swallowed hard as he gazed upon an endless wall of monsters.

‘This is seriously no joke.’

There was no need to spread my aura. The stench and bloodlust of the monsters blanketed the entire Mountain. Their numbers were beyond counting.

‘It hasn’t even been long since we heard the King had appeared, and already it’s come to this….’

It wasn’t just the sheer quantity. The Mountain was teeming not with common rabble like Kobolds or Goblins, but with mid-to-high tier monsters.

‘At this rate, we’ll be annihilated.’

If the large-scale monsters possessed this level of numbers and combat power, we wouldn’t even be able to approach the King and his guard.
Retreat was the only option now.

“Retreat! Everyone, fall back!”

Hofen stepped forward, buying time for the knights and soldiers to withdraw.

‘I cannot afford to die here.’

In Barene, where the Divine Sovereign Festival had been held, Commander Baiton and many knights had fallen. I could not lose more knights here.

“Behind us, there are monsters behind us!”
“It appears they’ve surrounded us from the base of the Mountain!”

The Holy Knights who had moved to open a path returned with the troops, their lips trembling.

“Damn it….”

Hofen bit his lip as he sensed the murderous intent of the monsters closing in from behind.

‘The King should be at the peak of the Mountain, but is there another head commanding this?’

Ordinary monsters couldn’t possibly orchestrate an encirclement like this. There had to be someone else giving orders.

‘There was a reason contact with the vanguard was cut off.’

They were all dead.

The reconnaissance unit that had gone up first for scouting included a knight who had reached the Master Tier.
I found it strange that we couldn’t make contact, but now it was clear they had been completely annihilated.

‘There’s no helping it.’

I abandoned the idea of saving everyone and changed my plan to focus on rescuing as many people as possible.

“From now on, I’ll take the lead! Disband the formation and switch to breakthrough formation!”

Hofen extended his aura toward the path with the fewest monsters. A blade wrapped in holy light cleaved the wall of monsters in two.

“Charge!”

The moment the path opened, he issued the command and rushed down the mountain. He continuously unleashed his aura, preventing the monsters from refilling the gap.

Kihihi.

When we had descended far enough to see the base of the mountain, a grotesque laugh echoed and the ground suddenly caved in.

Kuuuung!

I stopped and retreated, turning my head to see the Troll Shaman wielding a staff made from human bones.

“This bastard!”

Hofen moved to strike down the shaman, but the monsters began blocking the path again.

Kuuung!

The Troll Shaman, knowing the distance beyond which aura couldn’t reach, stayed far back and hurled sorcery that crushed knights and soldiers beneath boulders.

“Stop!”

Hofen honed his aura sharply and unleashed a long-range slash, but the Troll Shaman simply retreated and attacked only with sorcery. Judging by how precisely he measured the distance, this creature possessed exceptional intelligence.
Looking at how well he measured distances, he seemed to be a really smart guy.

‘So it was him….’

It seemed this creature had been the one orchestrating the encirclement with monsters to apply pressure. Looking at him now, his skin color was different. This was no ordinary Troll Shaman.

‘If I use all my strength against that bastard, I won’t be able to escape.’

If I expended everything, I would kill the Troll Shaman, but I would be in danger too. The prolonged battle had left me with precious little aura remaining.

‘There’s no way out of this!’

Hofen bit his lip. As the commander of the Holy Knight Order, I had to sacrifice myself to save my subordinates. I drew out every last drop of remaining aura and erected a dense wave of force.

Whoooosh!

I broke through the encirclement in one breath and was about to sever the Troll Shaman’s neck when—

Hummmmm.

The Troll Shaman’s body blurred and vanished like a phantom. It had been an illusion woven by sorcery. I had fallen for it completely.

Kehehehe!

The Troll Shaman appeared beside the soldiers and let out a sinister chuckle. Flaming rocks erupting from his hands began to rain down on the heads of the knight and soldiers.

‘Damn it!’

Hofen’s jaw trembled. The urgency of the situation had clouded my judgment.

“No!”

I cried out and reached out my hand, but the distance was too great.

My heart clenched as I felt my subordinates’ deaths approaching.

Fuuuuuuuh!

A blue wind swept in as if erasing the mountain’s darkness, and the Troll Shaman’s head—which had been mocking humanity—fell cleanly from its shoulders.

Behind it, swordsmen wrapped in crystalline aura burst forth and began slaughtering the monsters.

“Die!”
“All of you perish!”

Yet they did not wield their blades as knights of salvation, but as vengeful specters bent on retribution.

“What… what is this…?”

Hofen’s eyes trembled as he watched the swordsman ascending toward him. Golden hair and crimson eyes—a man draped in radiance more brilliant than the sun itself, a warrior whose presence could never be forgotten once witnessed.

“Raon Zigheart!”
“Gwangpung Corps.”

Raon, bearing a nobility far greater than what Hofen had witnessed in Barene, moved his lips with elegant grace.

“Tear them all to shreds.”
“….”

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