The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 680

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Chapter 680

I watched Merlin’s eyes burn with an ethereal blue light and swallowed hard.

‘This is dangerous.’

No matter how understanding Merlin was, she wouldn’t take matters related to the Demon Race lightly.

Especially if it became known that I possessed the ability to summon a Demon King—I would inevitably become a target of the entire Continent, and the Dragon Lord might pursue me relentlessly. Even Zigheart couldn’t shield me from that, leaving nothing but death in my path.
Even Zigheart won’t be able to become a wall, so literally nothing but death remains.

“That’s amazing!”
“That’s cool!” or “That’s awesome!”

As I carefully chose my words to avoid revealing any weakness, Merlin’s smile deepened.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s eyes went blank. What he had just heard from Merlin didn’t feel like reality.

“Summoning a Demon Lord to fight another Demon Lord? That’s awesome!”

Merlin looked up at the empty air with vacant eyes. She seemed to be recalling the fight between Wrath and Grid.

“The demonic energy was suffocating, but I managed to endure it. Fortunately, we were far enough away.”
“I’ve been suffocating because of the magic, but I kept enduring it. It was fortunate that there was some distance between us.”

It seemed like she had drawn out her lifespan again, seeing Merlin say that she had endured it.

-That mad woman saw the True Demon King’s face? Ugh, ugh….
“W-what? That Mad Woman saw the True Demon King’s face? Ugh…”

Wrath, who had been confident even when fighting Grid, trembled throughout his entire body.

“At least the person I saw was Merlin, so that’s a relief.”

Hearing Merlin’s words, it seemed I wouldn’t need to worry about her bringing up the Demon Lords.
Still, I had to drive the nail home just to be certain.

“Merlin. The fact that I’m connected to the Demon Race….”
“Of course I won’t tell. Only I’ll know.”

Merlin swept her wings across her body with a sticky motion.

“Knowing your secret that no one else knows—it feels so good it’s almost eerie.”
“Ah….”

I lowered my trembling gaze.

‘Why is there not a single normal person around me?’

Not content with calling the summoning of a Demon Lord cool, she wanted to monopolize the secret. It gave me chills. I knew mages were peculiar, but Merlin stood out even among them.
I know the Mages are peculiar, but even among them, Merlin stood out.

“Kellock! Why are you stating the obvious?”

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

‘That’s… well.’
“What do you… hmm.”

Raon tried to retort but closed his mouth instead. Thinking calmly about it, he too was far from being a normal human.

Hehehehe… *cough!*

Wrath stopped laughing and coughed.

‘Just finish coughing before you speak.’
“Finish coughing and then speak.”

Raon sighed and turned his gaze back to Merlin.

“Peaceful.”
“It’s peaceful.”

Merlin fluttered her left wing.

“I may have lost touch with important information, but they’re quietly gathering troops with no disturbances inside or out. It’s as if they’re waiting for something.”
“Hmm….”
“However, there is a place that has begun moving roughly in our stead.”
“Moving roughly?”
“The White Blood Cult.”

Merlin covered her beak with the wing she had raised.

“Hmm….”

Raon nodded slowly. Not long ago, I had heard rumors that the White Blood Cult attacked the Kal Kingdom, killed the King, and plundered relics.
Among the Oma organizations, the White Blood Cult was undoubtedly the most actively moving right now.

“What are those Blood Ghosts scheming?”
“The White Blood Cult Master’s recovery, probably.”
“Recovery?”
“Yes. The wounds she suffered at the hands of your Head of House must still remain.”

Merlin nodded matter-of-factly.

“Still?”
“Battles between transcendents don’t just damage the body—they wound the soul as well. Tacheon suffered quite a bit for a long time too. Though he’s become stronger because of it.”

She clicked her tongue as if annoyed.

“So that’s why the White Blood Cult Master attacked the Kal Kingdom and the cities.”

Raon furrowed his brow, recalling the White Blood Cult Master’s sinister face. Now her movements made sense.

“By now she’s likely fully recovered and may have risen even higher like Tacheon, so she might target you again.”
“Target me?”
“That mosquito woman suffered severe wounds because of her obsession with taking you with her to the end.”

Merlin’s beak trembled finely as if she felt murderous intent toward the White Blood Cult Master.

“So be careful.”
“Is that why you came to find me?”
“Yes.”

She smiled as if that were all there was to it.

“Hmm….”

I couldn’t find words to respond to Merlin’s reaction. I no longer felt any sense of her being an enemy—she seemed more like a comrade now.

‘Still, I’ll have to repay this someday.’

Merlin offered her help as if it were nothing, but to me, her assistance was as good as a debt. I would have to return this one-sided kindness eventually.
Someday I’ll have to repay this one-sided help.

“Hmm, I used a lot of strength, so I should get going now. You seem to be struggling.”

Merlin trembled her wings delicately.

“….”
“….”

Merlin’s words continued as I swallowed hard.

“I have some!”
“That’s it!”

Raon smiled brightly and pulled out fishing worms from his subspace pouch. He was glad he had received them from Dorian beforehand.

“Oh, that won’t work.”

Merlin flapped her wings decisively.

“But it’s not even raining—how am I supposed to find live earthworms all of a sudden….”
“Then I’m counting on you!”
“Then I’m counting on you!”

Merlin waved her hand when Raon let out an empty sigh.

Chirp!

Sparrow lightly pecked the back of my hand, as if urging me to hurry and fetch earthworms.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath burst into laughter, clutching his belly with delight.

-Cough! It suits a worthless creature like you perfectly!
‘Be quiet before Gluttony goes berserk over earthworms.’
-Hmph!

He seemed to think I actually meant it, so he immediately clamped his mouth shut.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and climbed the mountain near the kingdom. By the time I returned after feeding Sparrow earthworms until his belly was full, the sun was already beginning to rise.
When I returned after feeding the earthworms to Sparrow until the ship burst, the sun was already beginning to rise.

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Two days later.

The executives of the Gwangpung Corps and the Sufer Kingdom faced each other before the city gate.

“It’s a shame to see you leave so soon.”

Hofen lowered his brows slightly, looking reluctant.

“We can’t keep eating for free forever.”
“Free meals? Even if it bankrupts the kingdom, it doesn’t matter!”

He shook his head vigorously, speaking with genuine sincerity. Despite becoming king, his characteristic sharp gaze remained unchanged.

“I was joking. Besides, I need to prepare as well.”
“Ah….”

Hofen nodded briefly, seeming to understand what preparations for a life-or-death duel entailed. His complexion grew heavy and grave.

“There’s no need to worry so much. I’ll visit again around mid-next year.”

Raon waved his hand lightly.

“Then we’ll have to hold a festival across the entire kingdom!”

Hofen understood that Raon meant he would return after defeating the Demon King in their life-or-death duel, and he smiled warmly.

“Then I’ll take my leave now.”

I gave Hofen a light nod of acknowledgment, when Saint Olga sent me a peculiar glance.

‘What was that?’

I tilted my head in confusion, and as I prepared to depart, Hofen gestured behind me with his chin.

“Salute to the heroes of Sufer!”

As the holy knights stomped their feet, Hofen’s voice thundered across the castle wall.
The holy knights and priests standing behind him raised their swords upside down.
Not the clasped-hands salute of Sufer, but the sword salute of Zigheart.

“Hmm….”

I bit my lip slightly. Seeing Hofen and the holy knights’ sword salute, my heart burned with warmth. The others felt the same emotion, their fists clenching tightly.

Shing.

I drew my sword together with the Gwangpung Corps. I held the blade upside down and returned their salute.
Smiles of shared understanding bloomed across the faces of the Gwangpung Corps and the people of Sufer.

Whoosh.

Neither I nor Hofen spoke another word. We both simply turned our backs. No further farewell was needed.

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I gazed at the gently flickering campfire, my fingers tracing the blade of the Heavenly Sword.

‘There’s not much time left now.’

My duel with the Demon King was drawing near. Though I had found the path forward through this ordeal, I was weaker now than when I had been at Zigheart.
It seemed I would need to train immediately upon my return.

Still, I had gained Gluttony, and I had even experienced entering Wrath’s body. If I used my time wisely, I could reach even greater heights.

As I was contemplating what kind of training to pursue, I heard rustling from the inner tent.
Since it wasn’t time for the night watch rotation, I tilted my head in confusion—but it was Rimer who emerged, yawning.

“Organization Master?”

I opened my eyes wide. It was unusual for someone who wouldn’t wake even during the night watch to approach me first, and I felt slightly taken aback.

“You’re not sleeping?”
“Just woke up for a moment.”

Rimer waved his hand with his eyes half-open.

“Then get more rest. There’s still time before sunrise.”
“I’ll sleep.”

He said he would sleep, yet settled down in front of the campfire.

“Raon.”

After a long silence, Rimer poked at the campfire and called my name.

“You remember I asked you once before? Whether you had any intention of becoming the Head of House?”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded. It wasn’t just Rimer who had asked—Glen had inquired as well, and my answer had remained consistent each time.

‘I said I still didn’t know.’

My mind was consumed with growing stronger, managing the Gwangpung Corps and the Annex Building, and seeking vengeance against Derus Robert, so I hadn’t given much thought to becoming the Head of House of Zigheart.

“How do you feel about it now?”
“…I still don’t know much about it.”

I had given it some thought since then, but my conclusion remained the same—I didn’t know.

“I see.”

Rimer chuckled as if he’d expected as much.

“I wish you would become the Head of House.”
“Pardon?”

I blinked in surprise, not expecting him to suddenly express such a wish.

“Not just for you, but for Zigheart.”
“What do you mean…”
“Zigheart maintains its position among the Six Emperors thanks to the Head of House. He suppresses the Continent with overwhelming power and authority. However…”

Rimer’s green eyes dimmed with a faint light.

“In exchange for that absolute strength, he has also inherited an irreversible past.”
“…”

At the mention of the past, I began to understand what he meant.

“The Head of House stepped into the Demon Realm himself to grow stronger, and for an extraordinarily long time, he concerned himself only with power and the conquest of the Continent. Now he regrets that time.”

Rimer smacked his lips briefly.

“That’s why he doesn’t firmly control the family. He’s ashamed that a Head of House who was indifferent to internal affairs would now suppress them through force.”

He twisted his mouth as if to say, isn’t that ironic?

“Thanks to that, my eldest daughter has developed a wandering spirit and turned to piracy, my second son is a perfect copy of the Head of House in his youth—hungry for power and strength. My third son has become an inscrutable schemer roaming about, the fourth is simply a fool, and the youngest… well, you know better than I do.”

Rimer waved his fingers at the campfire.

“If the Head of House steps down and rests, that would be fortunate. But if he were to leave the family, many things would change. Many things indeed. If Aris Zigheart regains her senses, the current state might be maintained, but she will never take the position of Head of House.”
“Hmm….”

As he said, Aris Zigheart showed no interest whatsoever in the position of Head of House.

“In my opinion, you’re the only one who can suppress all the family’s problems and stand at the summit.”

Rimer’s voice grew quiet, like embers settling into stillness.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d give this serious thought.”

He drew out his words as if everything he’d said until now had been a jest, yet somehow that made his sincerity all the more palpable.

“…I understand.”

Raon nodded heavily.

“And….”

Rimer raised his hand and grasped my shoulder.

“I hope you’ll tell me your secret someday.”
“What do you mean by that.”
“….”

He didn’t answer, only smiled.

I swallowed hard, watching Rimer’s smile.
His expression had been off ever since I mentioned the Demon Races fighting and disappearing—it seemed he’d seen through the lie.

“How did you know?”
“Your expression wasn’t good because you yourself felt uncomfortable deceiving us.”
“Hmm….”

I was feeling pangs of conscience, but I hadn’t expected it to show on my face.

“No matter what answer you give me, I will stand behind you. No, it’s not just me. The squad leaders have probably figured it out too. They’re simply waiting because they trust you.”

Rimer smiled, gazing toward where the Gwangpung Corps slept.

I lowered my head and clenched my fists. I closed my eyes for a long moment before lifting my eyelids.

“…Someday.”

I opened my lips while meeting Rimer’s eyes, which were filled with trust.

“I will tell you someday.”
“Good.”

Rimer nodded lightly.

“I’ll wait. For as long as it takes.”

He waved his hand as if to emphasize his sincerity.

“But Vice Commander.”

I furrowed my brow while looking at Rimer’s faint smile.

“Hmm?”
“Why are you doing things you don’t usually do lately?”

I waved my hand, saying that doing unfamiliar things leads to death.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of dying.”

Rimer shook his head firmly.

“I still have much to do, and there’s something I really want to see.”

As he said this, he looked up at the night sky.

I did the opposite, lowering my gaze to the campfire.

The master and disciple, looking at different things, remained silent for a long time.

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Glen paced back and forth across the platform with his arms crossed, a dark shadow clouding his expression.

“Why is the Head of House acting like that?”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes as she watched Glen fidget restlessly.

“It’s obviously because of Young Master Raon.”

Roen stepped beside Sheryl with a light chuckle.

“Raon?”

Sheryl blinked at Roen.

“Everyone’s making a fuss about him being the hero who saved the Sufer Kingdom.”

She tilted her head, unable to understand why Glen would be anxious because of Raon.

“He defeated the king corrupted by demonic energy, the Acting High Priest, the Guard Commander, and even subjugated the Demon Race responsible for it all—he’s truly become a hero. So why….”
“That’s exactly why.”

Roen shook his head with a faint smile.

“That precious and prideful grandson of his hasn’t come to visit.”

He gestured toward Glen with his chin as if to say it was obvious.

“Ah, I see.”

Sheryl smiled now that she understood.

“W-What nonsense are you two spouting!”

Glen frowned, looking down at the two of them.

“If we end up fighting the Demon Race, wounds inflicted by demonic energy can leave serious scars. I was merely concerned about potential harm to children still in their growth years!”

He spoke of swordsmen over twenty years old as if they were still growing, his beard trembling with the effort.

“Besides, that’s the Holy Kingdom over there. They would have taken better precautions than we could.”

Sheryl smiled faintly at the mention of growth years, as if amused, and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen also laughed heartily, finding the situation entertaining.

“Regardless, that fellow has a talent for surprising people wherever he goes.”
“I heard it was Raon who first detected the presence of the Demon Race. Thanks to him, many lives were saved.”
“He certainly has an instinct for these things. When I went on a mission with him before, he immediately located the Saint’s position.

Sheryl spoke of her past mission with Raon, her eyes shifting slightly.

“It seems he was born not only with martial talent, but with the very essence of a hero.”

Roen also praised Raon, lifting his gaze toward the platform.

“Ahem!”

Glen stood still, his previously restless legs now planted firmly in place as he let out a dry cough.
Yet he had grown accustomed to it now—his expression showed no laughter, and his lips did not tremble.

“Huh?”
“Hmm….”

As Sheryl and Roen exchanged surprised glances, the Audience Chamber door opened and Chad, the Bi-Yeon Society Master, entered.

“Head of House. The Gwangpung Corps has arrived at the Main Gate.”

The moment he heard those words, Glen’s previously composed lips shot upward in an enormous grin. It was as if a dormant volcano had erupted in an instant.

Sheryl and Roen exchanged glances and let out a soft chuckle.

‘As expected.’
‘Just as I thought.’

Glen Zigheart nodded with a bright smile, oblivious to the fact that the two were teasing him.

“Tell him to come directly to the Patriarch’s Hall!”

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