The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 710

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Chapter 710

“….”

Glen Zigheart returned to the Zigheart estate and clenched his fists as he gazed upon the completely shattered castle wall.

My chest tightened once more at the sight of the wall’s collapse, but there were more pressing matters to address first.

Glen Zigheart exhaled a cold breath and scaled the damaged wall.

“M-My Lord!”
“We greet the Head of House!”

Chad and Iliun, who had been overseeing reconstruction efforts inside the castle wall, bowed their heads to Glen Zigheart.

“Spare the formalities. Give me a situation report.”

Glen Zigheart gestured for Iliun and Chad to follow as he walked down the main street leading to the Main Mansion.

“Thanks to our advance preparations, the damage to the Outer Castle is minimal. There are no civilian casualties.”

Iliun nodded, noting that the damage was surprisingly light given the number of attackers.

“What of the Inner Castle?”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze toward Chad.

“Most defenses held, but the Elder Council guarding the Main Mansion suffered heavy casualties. The majority of our dead are concentrated there.”

He sighed, apologizing for the grim news.

“The Elder Council?”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he gazed toward the distant Main Mansion.
The Elder Council was the strongest military force within the Zigheart family.
I couldn’t fathom why the Elder Council, possessing power exceeding even the Heavenly Sword Squad, would suffer the greatest losses.

“Denier should have been in the Main Mansion as well, shouldn’t he?”
“That’s correct. Half of the Hyunmu Division and the Elder Council remained there.”

Chad nodded, explaining that half of the Elder Council had stayed in the Outer Castle while the other half remained in the Main Mansion.

“Apostle-level Blood Ghosts in black robes and masked Eden executives attacked simultaneously, making it difficult to defend against them.”
“Black robes….”

At the mention of black robes, I recalled the Blood Ghost that had pursued me relentlessly when I infiltrated the White Blood Cult Headquarters.
Despite not being an Apostle, it possessed power rivaling one, and it seemed those creatures had launched the assault.

“The White Blood Cult, Eden, and even assassins attacked as if they’d seen their sworn enemies. If the Gwangpung Corps Master hadn’t warned us to prepare in advance, the casualties would have been far worse.”

Iliun laughed, saying that many lives were saved thanks to Raon.

“But where is Raon….”

Chad turned to look behind Glen, tilting his head in confusion. The situation at the Rabel River had unfolded so rapidly that he still hadn’t grasped what had happened.

“…I will convene an emergency council. Summon all remaining executives.”

Glen offered no answer to Chad and Iliun’s questions, issuing only the order to assemble the council.

“Y-yes, understood….”

Chad felt the heavy atmosphere emanating from beneath Glen’s feet and stood trembling in place.

Glen didn’t stop walking until he reached the Main Mansion. As he was about to enter the Patriarch’s Hall, Aris waved from the right side.

“Father!”

Aris Zigheart grasped Sylvia’s wrist and rushed toward Glen.

“Where is Raon?”

She smiled with absolute confidence, as if she never once considered the possibility of Raon’s defeat.

“Head of House. Raon won, didn’t he?”

Sylvia’s eyes remained unwavering, revealing her trust in Raon as well.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stared at Sylvia, whose hands were clasped tightly together, and bit his lip.
Seeing the tender gaze in Sylvia’s eyes, filled only with concern for her son, a sharp pain tore through his chest as if his heart were being ripped out.

“You as well….”

He suppressed the trembling at his fingertips and opened his mouth.

“Come to the Audience Chamber.”
“Pardon? Why all of a sudden….”
“The Audience Chamber?! Where is Raon?!”
“….”

Glen Zigheart entered the Patriarch’s Hall without answering.

Ignoring the questioning and worried gazes that followed from behind, he walked toward the Audience Chamber when Karun, standing motionless like a statue, caught his eye.

“Karun?”
“My apologies.”

Karun knelt with his hand placed over his heart.

“I have disobeyed the order you gave, Head of House. I will accept any punishment.”

He bowed his head without making any excuses.

“That guy blocked the 2nd Apostle who attacked the Annex Building.”

Aris Zigheart, who had followed behind, waved her hand while looking at Karun.

He nodded, having already learned of this through the footage shown by the one wearing the blue dragon helmet.

“Karun. Come inside as well.”

Glen Zigheart gestured with his chin to Karun, who was on his knees, and opened the door to the Audience Chamber himself.
He had originally intended to praise Karun, but now was not the time for that.

‘Raon….’

He moved with heavy steps, thinking of his grandson who had vanished without even being properly held in his arms.

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In the dead of night, all the executives of Zigheart gathered in the Audience Chamber.

The only ones absent were Raon and the Heavenly Sword Master, the Gwangpung Unit Commander, and the Iron Formation Commander, who remained at the Rabel River searching for him.

“Now that this pig has arrived, say something already!”

The moment Aris Zigheart returned from external reconnaissance, she furrowed her brow while pointing at Valdemar.

“What on earth is happening? You summoned everyone without even explaining!”

She felt the heavy atmosphere emanating from Glen and kept her stern expression intact.

“Hmm….”

Sylvia too trembled slightly, unable to shake an ominous premonition.

“Raon lost? That’s absurd!”

Valdemar shook his head, insisting it was impossible.

“…Raon won.”

Glen slowly closed his eyes, then opened them and moved his lips slightly.

“I knew it would be like this!”

Aris relaxed her distorted expression and clapped her hands.

“Finally I’ll hear myself called aunt! So where is Raon now? The Saint is receiving treatment for his wounds, right?”

She nodded, apparently believing that Raon Zigheart couldn’t return due to his injuries.

“….”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze shifted not to Aris Zigheart, but to Sylvia Zigheart. Watching his youngest daughter still trembling with anxiety, he clenched his teeth.

“Allow me to explain.”

Roen, who hadn’t spoken a single word since returning to the family, stepped forward.

“As the Head of House said, Young Master Raon Zigheart achieved victory in the life-or-death duel against King Roman. The Demon King himself acknowledged his defeat. However, after that….”

Roen explained everything that had transpired after the duel to the executives of Zigheart.

“Ah….”
“Wait, missing?”
“If he was struck directly by a Heavenly Demon’s technique while wounded by a blade….”
“Damn it!”

Though they had anticipated Oma’s movements, the executives all widened their eyes in shock—they had never imagined Raon Zigheart’s disappearance.

“Ah….”

Sylvia Zigheart collapsed, her complexion turning as pale as blank paper. Her legs trembled as all strength drained from her body.

Crash!

Aris Zigheart couldn’t contain herself and struck the pillar behind her with her fist. The thick column crumbled into white dust.

“These cowardly bastards!”

She unleashed a fierce aura as if she would march on the Nambuk Alliance immediately.

“How much did they mock Zigheart….”

Karun bit his lips until they bled. Rather than rejoicing in Raon Zigheart’s apparent death, he displayed profound fury at the disrespect shown to Zigheart.

“Let’s go now!”

Valdemar stepped forward, stamping his foot with urgency.

“I won’t be able to sleep until we’ve wiped out every last one of those thieves!”

He spoke of his inability to contain himself, his killing intent rising like a dry wind.

“The Nambuk Alliance….”
“How dare these rootless bastards!”
“Just as you’d expect from thieves—they resort to nothing but filthy tactics.”

The executives, led by Serena of the Gonggeom Unit, ground their teeth audibly.
The wrathful aura blooming from the swordmasters enveloped the entire Audience Chamber, pressing down the cold dawn air.

“Father. What are you doing!”

Aris Zigheart’s eyes gleamed with a turbid light.

“We need to go kill those bastards! Isn’t that why we called this meeting?”

She urged immediate action, her hand moving to her sword.

“That’s not possible!”

Denier stepped forward, shaking his head.

“Zigheart has suffered considerable losses from this incident. The situation is dire, so perhaps we should complete our preparations first and reconsider….”
“How long can we wait!”

Aris lowered her brows as she looked at Denier.

“We’re not the only ones who’ve suffered damage! The Nambuk Alliance, Eden, and the White Blood Cult are all in disarray! If we don’t strike now, when will we?”

She stepped forward, declaring that this was our greatest opportunity.

“Besides, our heavy losses are partly your fault too! Why did so many of the Elder Council members die!”
“That is… I apologize.”

Denier fell silent and exhaled a heavy breath.

“The Blood Ghosts in black robes are all Master-rank or higher, and while I was attending to the Hyunmu Division members, I was delayed in assisting the Elder Council.”

He bowed his head, speaking with remorse.

“However, this matter requires careful deliberation. If we act rashly, the damage will only grow.”

Denier did not retreat even before Aris’s murderous intent, emphasizing his position.

“His point does have merit….”
“And if Oma gets involved, things will escalate.”
“Sigh, this is complicated.”

Several executives nodded in agreement with Denier’s opinion, their chins bobbing thoughtfully.

“It’s certainly a matter that demands careful consideration.”

Glen Zigheart met Denier’s gaze and rested his hand on the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“Thank you for understanding.”
“Father!”

Denier exhaled in relief, while Aris glared as if she might seize Glen by the collar.

But Glen’s words were not yet finished.

“If this were a life-or-death duel, I would have said otherwise.”
“H-Head of House?”
“This time, even I cannot hold back.”

As Glen rose to his feet, the golden Jade Throne crumbled to dust.

Roooaaarrr!

The solemn fury radiating from beneath his feet left everyone speechless.

“I cannot let that child go like this.”
“Ah….”

Sylvia lifted her head only after hearing those words.
Tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes dampened the crimson carpet.

“Chad. Declare war on the Nambuk Alliance.”

Glen gestured to Chad as if his decision had already been made.

“Zigheart will annihilate the Nambuk Alliance.”

He issued orders to prevent any other forces from interfering, clenching his fists so tightly that the tendons stood out on his hands.

“Understood.”

Chad struck his chest as if to assure him of his loyalty, then departed from the Audience Chamber.

“May I go as well?”

Karun raised his hand.

“I wish to clean up those vermin with my own hands, even if you increase my punishment as much as you wish.”

He clenched his fists, declaring that it mattered not if he could never leave Zigheart for the rest of his life.

“I as well….”

Sylvia staggered to her feet.

“Please take me with you.”

No more tears flowed from her eyes. What filled those crimson irises was not sorrow, but the fierce flames of deep hatred.

Glen could not meet Sylvia’s gaze and turned his eyes away. In his current state, he had no right to stop his youngest daughter from displaying both despair and fury simultaneously.

“…So be it.”

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The next day.

“M-Master of the Alliance!”

A middle-aged man wearing dark sunglasses rushed into the crimson Great Hall, where dim lighting filtered down from above.
He stumbled in his haste but crawled forward on his knees to stand before the platform.

“M-Master! There’s a serious problem….”
“Baeksang Chaejoo. We have a guest. Compose yourself.”

Dranos, the Nambuk Alliance Leader, sat casually atop the crimson platform and raised his pipe with a light wave of his hand.

“Gasp!”

Baeksang Chaejoo’s gaze followed Dranos’s gesture.
He caught sight of Tacheon, who wore a beautiful youth mask, and swallowed hard.

“I-I apologize. It’s an urgent matter that cannot wait….”
“What is it?”

Dranos nodded, inviting him to speak.

“Zigheart has declared war. They say they’ll attack tomorrow!”

Baeksang Chaejoo’s lips trembled as he insisted they must prepare for battle immediately.

“The news is late.”

Dranos chuckled and exhaled smoke from his cigarette.

“This fellow told me first.”

He pointed to Tacheon with an amused smile.

“The declaration of war came faster than expected. It seems that dragon-headed fool was cherishing Raon Zigheart far more than I thought.”

Dranos recalled the fierce light in Glen’s eyes and brought his pipe to his lips.

“How much support will you provide this time? I was hoping you’d mobilize those like the Twin-Headed Demon and Severed Soul Sword as well?”
“Those two are attached to the Heavenly Demon. There’s no guarantee they’ll listen to me. But setting that aside….”

Tacheon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dranos.

“I’m afraid I cannot offer assistance this time.”
“What… do you mean by that?”

Dranos furrowed his brow and leaned his upper body forward.

“Zigheart rejected the aid of numerous factions angered by Raon Zigheart’s death, and declared war using only their own name.”

Tacheon raised his unblemished hand.

“For us to intervene while Zigheart receives no support from the other Six Emperors would undermine Oma’s prestige.”
“Even so….”
“The real problem lies with the other Six Emperors.”

A map of the Continent bathed in blue light materialized above his fingertips.

“If Oma moves, the Owen Kingdom and Valcar have declared they will join the war. Chamber and Lecross made this declaration in the name of the Six Emperors.”

Tacheon pointed to a forest-covered region and twisted his lips.

“Since Raon Zigheart has connections with the Elves, Sepia may also move.”
“Ugh….”
“The Holy Sword Association and Black Tower have withdrawn from this matter, so we’re at a significant disadvantage in both military strength and justification.”

He erased the continental map, suggesting it would be better for the Nambuk Alliance and Zigheart to wage war alone.

“Still, victory isn’t impossible. Glen Zigheart has suffered internal injuries, so he won’t display the near-invincible power he once did.”
“Even with Glen injured and the Nambuk Alliance being a natural fortress, stopping Zigheart is impossible!”

Dranos threw down his pipe, insisting the Nambuk Alliance alone could not withstand Zigheart.

“You’re right. Winning will be difficult. However….”

Tacheon’s transparent eyes rolled thoughtfully.

“Don’t we have someone who can move without revealing their presence to us?”
“That one isn’t even responding to contact….”
“Don’t worry. I read the heavens, and I saw the greatest star falling soon.”

He gazed at the stars shining through the ceiling and drew a subtle smile.

“Under the name Dranos, the great star Glen Zigheart will sink.”
“Under my name….”

As Dranos heard Tacheon’s final words, the color of desire flickered across his pupils.

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Upper reaches of the Rabel River.
Dozens of warships advanced through the water with cannons positioned at their bows.

At the bow of the Nambuk Alliance’s first warship, the Blue Wolf, cutting through the waves at the front, the Nambeop Leader Dranos appeared.

On the opposite riverbank, ten warships and a pirate ship emerged. Glen Zigheart, standing on the pirate ship’s deck, placed his hand on the True Heavenly Sword.

“Must we do this?”

Dranos shook his head as if regretful.

“There could be another way to settle this through words?”
“You crossed the line first.”

Glen drew the True Heavenly Sword and exhaled a breath laden with heat.

“I will erase the very existence of the Nambuk Alliance.”
“I miscalculated. I was deceived most thoroughly.”

Dranos furrowed his brow and extended his hand. The ancient divine weapon, the Sea Dragon Spear, formed from gathered river water and grasped in his palm.

A deafening roar erupted.

Glen drew his True Heavenly Sword downward. A single line, descending in serene silence, cleaved both sky and river asunder.
It was a magnificent sword strike—one that seemed intent on tearing apart every warship of the Nambuk Alliance with a single blow.

Chiiiiing!

Dranos seized the end of his spear shaft and thrust the Sea Spirit Spear upward. Energy bloomed at the spear’s tip like ink drawn by a brush, summoning a colossal tidal wave.

Kwaaaaaaang!

Glen’s sword strike and Dranos’s spear thrust collided head-on, sending the river and battlefield hurtling skyward in upheaval.
As if nature itself raged in fury, storms of aura swept in from all directions.

“Kill the hypocrites of Zigheart!”
“Fire cannons and arrows to keep them at bay!”
“This river and mountain belong to the Nambuk Alliance!”

The Nambuk Alliance warriors unleashed cannons, arrows, and harpoons upon the Zigheart swordsmen.

“Slay these rootless brigands!”
“Never retreat!”
“Avenge the Gwangpung Corps Master!”

The Zigheart swordsmen pressed forward without regard for the incoming cannons and arrows, intent on forcing close combat. They sought hand-to-hand battle rather than naval warfare, where the enemy held advantage.

As the swordsmen pushed off the decks and river surface toward the Nambuk Alliance warships, a golden flash streaked across the water.

Whoooosh!

The golden-haired female swordmaster, moving at a speed even the wind could not match, landed upon the leftmost warship.

Shhwaaaack!

Ocean-blue aura blazed from her blade, spreading like waves across the deck, and the throats of a dozen pirates standing there were simultaneously severed.

“Stand aside! I will handle this!”

Lucan, the master of the warship, gripped his axe and charged at the female swordmaster. Crimson force surged above his axe like molten lava.

Thwang!

The golden-haired female swordmaster didn’t retreat. Instead, she drove her blade directly into the inferno of aura, and the aura condensed within her sword ignited into a massive explosion.

Boom!

The warship’s deck collapsed entirely, and the pirates standing upon it fell, coughing blood.

Crack, crack, crack!

The warship itself split in half and began to sink.

“Where are you…?”

Sylvia Zigheart, the golden-haired female swordmaster, exhaled a cold breath and turned her gaze.

“Beorn!”

Her eyes searching for her enemy blazed with crimson light.

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