The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 681

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Chapter 681

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

I felt the warm rays of sunlight gently descending as I entered the Audience Chamber.

As I exchanged greetings with Sheryl, Serena, and Trevin while walking toward the platform, Jinmu Jeonju Valdemar winked with his left eye.

‘What is that supposed to mean…’

I exhaled softly and immediately turned my gaze away.

‘Why does he keep doing that?’

He’d been doing it since the executive meeting, and I couldn’t fathom why he kept winking whenever the opportunity arose.
Not wanting to be drawn into whatever he was hinting at, I ignored Valdemar’s gaze and stood before the platform.

“I greet the Head of House!”

I confirmed that the Gwangpung Corps stood behind me, then knelt before Glen.
The Gwangpung Corps assumed the same posture, bowing their heads.

“Rise, all of you.”

At the terse command to rise, I lifted my gaze. Glen’s eyes were hollow and vacant as always, his chin resting upon his fist.

I gave a small nod upon seeing Glen’s murky gaze.

‘Now I understand why the Head of House has eyes like that.’

It was certain when I observed how Glen’s pupils sank even deeper when looking at Sylvia. He was not seeing the present—he was drowning in regret for the past.

‘I understand. I too was consumed by regret for the past… wait?’

I exhaled softly, then came to an abrupt halt.

‘But…’

You seem a bit different today.

Glen’s lips, which had been hanging down like a plumb line, were slightly raised compared to usual, and his gaze also seemed less clouded than before.

“Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”

But before I could even consider the reason, Glen’s voice called out to me.

“Yes, Head of House.”

I bowed my head in response.

“How did the Gwangpung Corps, which departed on a monster subjugation mission, return as a state guest of the Sufer Kingdom?”
“A state guest?”

Hearing the term “state guest” for the first time, I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“A letter arrived from the Sufer Kingdom.”

Glen waved the white envelope resting on the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“It stated that you, the Master of the Gwangpung Corps, and the entire Gwangpung Corps are designated as state guests of Sufer, and that the price of holy water supplied to Zigheart would be reduced by half.”
“State guests? The entire Gwangpung Corps?”
“Not just one person, but over thirty of them?”
“The state guest designation isn’t what matters! If the holy water price is halved, it’s practically free!”
“Exactly. The holy water of the Sufer Kingdom is among the finest on the Continent!”

The executives stared at me and the Gwangpung Corps with bewildered eyes.

Glen nodded his chin as if telling me to explain what had happened.
The other executives also lifted their eyes, which held a faint gleam of curiosity.

“When we arrived at Dibarn Mountain, Count Hofen and the holy knights were being pursued by monsters. After saving them and climbing to the summit…”

I recounted everything that had happened to Glen and the executives.
Of course, I glossed over details like the descent of the Demon Lords and Grid’s appearance.

“Hah….”
“He’s insane….”
“Now I understand. It makes sense he’s called the hero of Sueper.”
“I thought it was nonsense when I heard rumors about the Holy Kingdom capturing a Demon Race, but I can’t deny it after seeing that.”
“Now I see why there was such a fuss….”

The executives laughed nervously, their expressions betraying their shock.

“But isn’t something odd about this?”
“Well, regardless of other things, how does he find Demon Races faster than the Priests of the Holy Kingdom….”
“And how could he fight alone when even the Saint, the Paladins, and Rimer collapsed?”

The Main Lineage executives, unable to resort to their usual displays of force, began hurling crude accusations.

“That’s….”
“Shut your mouth.”

Just as I was about to respond with a scoff, Valdemar stomped his right foot on the ground and raised his fist.

“What kind of place is this to stir up noise!”
“Y-yes, Organization Master?”
“Organization Master, my ass—shut it! This is before the Head of House!”

As Valdemar twisted his expression, the Main Lineage executives flinched and quickly averted their gazes.

‘And you’re cursing right in front of the Head of House….’

I blinked as I looked at Valdemar. He winked at me with an expression that said, ‘I did well, didn’t I?’

What was even more amusing was Glen. Unlike usual, he didn’t stop Valdemar; instead, he nodded slightly as if he approved.

‘What on earth is this…?’

I let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity, and Glen lowered the hand that had been supporting his chin.

“Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.”

Glen uttered the word “excellent” without any hesitation. The other executives widened their eyes in surprise.

“Finding the Demon Race, defeating King Baurn who was possessed by demonic energy—these aren’t particularly remarkable feats. However….”

He raised his index finger. From that slender digit radiated an absolute aura of power that pressed down upon the surroundings.

“Ugh….”
“Nngh….”

The executives standing before the pillars couldn’t withstand Glen’s aura and either retreated backward or fell to their knees.

“Facing a Demon Race that even overwhelms a Grand Master head-on is absolutely no easy feat.”

Glen gazed down at the Main Lineage executives who had doubted my achievements with a cold gaze.

“Mmm….”
“Ngh….”

The Main Lineage executives couldn’t even straighten their backs under Glen’s aura, their hands trembling.

“Even if Rimer and the Saint were exhausted, if they possessed demonic energy potent enough to make it difficult to stand, they would be at least a mid-tier or high-tier Demon Race. Defeating such an elite demon is an achievement worthy of praise from anyone, regardless of your age.”

As the master of a prestigious sword house, Glen valued defeating a Demon Race with his blade more highly than saving the Sufer Kingdom.

“The same applies to you all.”

Glen’s gaze shifted to the Gwangpung Corps standing behind me.

“Even at a lower tier, it would be nearly impossible for you to defeat a Demon Race and Hell Hounds at your current level. You’ve accomplished something remarkable.”
“It was thanks to the Organization Master teaching us new martial techniques.”
“Without the Gwangpung Style, we would have had difficulty capturing that beast!”

Burren and Martha bowed their heads, redirecting the credit to me. Both of them had flushed faces, having received praise directly from Glen.

“Handsome Raon.”

Even in this moment, Lunan muttered “handsome” and blinked his eyes. My face grew red.

“Wait, Gwangpung Style—isn’t that the martial art the Gwangpung Corps Master created recently?”
“That’s right. And it was powerful enough to defeat the Demon Race….”
“Was the rumor about it being the highest-tier martial art actually true?”
“This is absolutely insane….”

The executives trembled at their lips, appearing even more shocked by the Gwangpung Corps’ words.

“Ahem!”
“Hehehehe.”

Dorian and Crain straightened their spines with pride, clearly delighted by everyone’s astonishment.

“Magnificent!”

Valdemar grinned and gave a thumbs up. He continued to wink with one eye, and the ambiguity of his intent sent chills down my spine.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat loudly, covering his chin and mouth with his right hand. The tips of his fingers appeared to tremble.

“Defeating the Demon Race is the greatest achievement, but I cannot help but praise finding the creature first to minimize casualties, and returning as a state guest of Sueper.”

Despite his expression of reluctance, Glen’s voice wavered with emotion.

“I shall bestow gold medals upon all members of the Gwangpung Corps and grant them the authority to select superior weapons.”

At his declaration, all the executives’ jaws dropped.

“Gold medals for everyone? And superior weapons at that….”
“Does this mean the Treasury will be opened?”
“Not just one or two, but the entire unit? This seems a bit….”
“I think it looks fine? They saved an entire kingdom, after all.”
“Right. Since they’ve become state guests, diplomatic ties will be easier, and if holy water is half price, that’s an enormous profit.”

Some executives frowned as if it were excessive, but the others—particularly Valdemar’s stern expression—forced them to hold their tongues.

“And.”

Glen Zigheart beckoned to me with his finger, indicating he had more to say.

“I will grant the leader of the Gwangpung Corps the authority to choose two pieces of divine weaponry.”

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Snap!

Glen distributed golden badges to all members of the Gwangpung Corps, then flicked his finger.

Whoooosh!

A golden radiance like dawn spread across the entire Audience Chamber as countless weapons, armor, and ornaments tore through the fabric of space and materialized before us.

“Wow….”
“This… this is….”
“Every single one is a divine artifact of ascension. I can’t take my eyes off them.”

The members of the Gwangpung Corps and the officers swallowed hard as they gazed upon the divine weaponry, each radiating its own distinctive aura.

“I summoned these divine artifacts from within Zigheart’s Treasury.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively as though it were nothing of consequence.

“The Gwangpung Corps may choose whichever divine artifacts you desire.”

He nodded, indicating that whatever they selected would be acceptable.

“Th-thank you so much!”

The Gwangpung Corps shouted their thanks to Glen first, even though they couldn’t take their eyes off the weapon.

Yet there was one figure who stood apart from the rest.

“I had no money, but now I have something to sell… Ugh!”

Rimer rushed toward the weapons without so much as a bow, only to be struck down by a crimson bolt of lightning and sent crashing to the ground.

-That fool….

Wrath shook his fleshed-out jaw side to side.

-I thought he’d improved a bit, but he’s still the same. Cough!

He seemed to recall Rimer, who had told everyone to run and block Gluttony, and furrowed his brow.

‘Well.’

I recalled the conversation I’d had with Rimer in front of the campfire and smiled faintly.

“Wow, this is insane. Look at this sword! The blade is ground like a saw! Isn’t it terrifying?”
“This armor ripples like liquid!”
“An earring that amplifies aura? Ah, no matter what, an earring is a bit….”

The Gwangpung Corps scattered throughout the Audience Chamber, examining the weapons. Long smiles were drawn across everyone’s faces as they enjoyed themselves.

“Finally, I’ve found a sword to replace my Dark Phoenix! From today on, your name is Storm of Chaos!”
“Heh. Can you match my Green Wave ver.2?”
“Super Hacsar. I’m sorry. The Destiny of Fate is calling me!”

Some swordsmen had already chosen their weapons and given them names. I’d gotten chills hearing those names back in the Gwangpung Unit days, and their naming sense remained unchanged.

I let out a deep sigh and headed toward the right side where there were no weapons.

‘I don’t need a sword.’

With the Heavenly Sword, the Soul Reaper Sword, and Heavenly Slash, I had no need for weapons.

‘Then what should I… hmm?’

As I looked around at the armor, a thin piece of clothing that didn’t belong caught my eye.

‘Why is underwear here?’

Thinking it strange, I touched it, and it felt like steel rather than fabric.
However, the interior where skin would touch felt soft like a cotton shirt.

“It’s a Chamcheol Robe.”

Rimer approached from the side with his arms crossed.

“A Chamcheol Robe?”
“It looks like ordinary clothing at first glance, but it’s an artifact that absorbs impact. It’s durable enough to save your life once or twice.”

He nodded, saying it would be a good choice to select the Chamcheol Robe.

“It’s quite nice.”

It was light and soft with no irritating parts. It wasn’t just durable—it had impact absorption capabilities too, making it perfect to wear beneath a uniform.

Raon secured the Chamcheol Robe and walked toward the section with accessories to find the next item.

‘There are so many… I’m not sure what to choose… Huh?’

While examining several accessories whose purpose I couldn’t discern, my eyes widened.

‘This is…’

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“Surely not…”

Sheryl gazed up at the platform with a faint smile.

“I never expected you to bring out the entire Zigheart Treasury. Isn’t this the second time?”
“The third time.”

Roen chuckled and shook his head.

“The First Young Master received it first.”
“Ah!”

Sheryl clapped her hands as if she’d remembered something.

“That incident was absurd, to say the least.”

She smacked her lips in understanding.

“So this achievement of the Gwangpung Corps is comparable to that incident, then.”

Roen nodded, looking up at Glen.

“Ahem, well, even if it’s not quite on that level, it was pretty impressive.”

Glen cleared his throat and turned away, but his trembling lips began to curve upward like the tip of a crescent moon.

Sheryl and Roen smiled faintly as they watched Glen’s smile grow increasingly radiant.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted….”

Rimer rubbed his neck and shook his head.

“My voice is completely hoarse from explaining all the equipment.”

He swept back the hair clinging to his forehead, complaining about how difficult it had been to select weapons for the entire Gwangpung Corps.

“What are you scheming?”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes as she looked at Rimer.

“What do you mean?”
“Normally, you’d just pick your own things and rush straight to the pawn shop. Why did you help the kids?”
“I’m the Deputy Commander. This is the least I should do.”
“You didn’t do this even when you were the Organization Master.”
“My perspective has changed.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders.

“Your perspective changed? What does that mean?”

Sheryl stared at Rimer with narrowed eyes.

“….”

Rimer offered no response, merely sketching a faint smile before turning his gaze toward Glen.

“Head of House. What is the second thing Raon took? I’ve never seen it before either.”
“It has been resting in that place since before I became Head of House.”

A faint golden glimmer flickered across Glen’s crimson eyes.

“No, it was there long before that.”
“Long before that means….”
“Perhaps destiny truly exists after all.”

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“I’m exhausted….”

I exhaled a weary sigh and settled onto the edge of the bed.
My throat had grown hoarse from explaining everything that had transpired to Glen and the Annex Building household.
Ensia, in particular, had made it all the more taxing with her frenzied insistence on beginning her new manuscript immediately.

-Burp!

Wrath floated suspended in the air, releasing a soft belch.

-Home cooking truly reigns supreme. Cough!

He shook his head, insisting that no other food could compare to meals prepared at home.

-Hey.
“What?”
-Now go eat some pearl ice cream.

Wrath gestured toward the pearl ice cream dessert that Sylvia had prepared, breaking into a grin.

“Why would Mother prepare something like this…?”

Sylvia must have thought I enjoyed bead ice cream, as she had procured five sets of them.
The thought of eating all of it gave me a headache.

-Of course, that’s our mother for you!

Wrath laughed heartily, wiggling his fingers as he urged me to open the box quickly.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply and opened the freezer box containing the bead ice cream. White vapor rose as five chunks of mint chocolate ice cream were revealed.

-Mother!

Wrath cried out his love, clasping his hands together.

Though I didn’t particularly want to eat it, considering what Wrath had done for me and Sylvia’s sincerity, I placed the mint chocolate in my mouth.

-Ahhhhh.

Wrath let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

-This is it! This refreshing tartness spreading through the sweetness! It cleanses my parched mouth so perfectly!
‘You could just brush your teeth.’
-That’s completely different!
“Sigh…”

I finished eating all the ice cream in the box and lowered my hand.

-How blissful. Kehehehe!

Wrath drifted through the air with his belly exposed, clearly in high spirits.

“Well then, should I fill my own belly too?”

I retrieved my spatial pocket.

-Filling my stomach, you say?
“Gluttony hasn’t even activated yet.”

I pulled out a Radin Bread from my spatial pouch, watching Wrath’s fearful eyes.

-You fool.

Wrath snorted and shook his head.

-Do you not even know your own trait?
‘What are you talking about?’
-Your Gluttony, unlike Gluttony’s, only activates when you find something delicious. Simply filling your belly won’t do it!

He chuckled, saying I wouldn’t be able to eat Radin Bread anymore.

‘Hmm….’

I glanced at Wrath and put the Radin Bread straight into my mouth.

-Hey! You bastard!

Regardless of what Wrath said, I chewed the bread thoroughly.
As expected of Radin Bread. My stomach filled to bursting in an instant.

-Ah, this won’t do….

Wrath clutched his head and let out a scream.

-It tastes like rubber! The happiness that the pearl ice cream had moistened is burning black!

He scraped his tongue with his round finger as if trying to erase the rubber taste.

“That was good.”

I finished the Radin Bread and nodded with a satisfied expression.

-Cough! The True Demon King told you! Gluttony won’t activate, and you’ve only ruined your taste….

That was when Wrath tried to argue back.

[The trait 【Gluttony】 activates.]

Along with the notification that Gluttony had activated, a message appeared indicating that my stats and the grade of my soul had risen slightly.

-Huh…?

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

-Why would that…?

He stared at me with a dazed expression.

-You… you actually think this rubber bread tastes good?
‘Yeah. It’s fine.’

I nodded calmly. In my past life, I had survived eating weeds, so bread like this was actually excellent food.

-What, there’s actually a lunatic like this! Let me see your tongue! There’s definitely dog shit smeared on it! Otherwise, this makes no sense!

Wrath shrieked in disbelief.

-Wait, wait! So from now on…?

He examined his pink tongue and shook his head.

‘I’ll have to eat rubber bread every day.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
‘His screams are pleasant.’

I lay back on the bed, listening to Wrath’s wails.
A sword-shaped embroidered ornament, woven with red and golden threads in harmony, tumbled out from the pocket of my upper garment.

-Hmm…?

Wrath, who had been wailing, narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the ornament.

-By the way, why did you choose that thing anyway? I don’t feel anything from it.

He shook his head, unable to understand.

“Because it’s worth it.”
-Worth it?
“Yes.”

I nodded, gently stroking the Soul Reaper Sword.

“This belonged to the First Patriarch of Zigheart, after all.”

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