The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 720

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Chapter 720

I forgot to breathe as I focused entirely on Glen’s swordsmanship.

‘What is this…?’

I sensed no overwhelming aura, no mysterious technique, no extreme will.
Glen’s Jincheon Sword simply advanced with serene quietude.

Yet the results produced by that single, slender blade were entirely different.

The magnificent light unleashed by the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon was severed, the breath expelled by the Dragon Lord was erased, and the aura of death manifested by Derus Robert melted away.

Even the Holy Sword Union Master’s sacred blade that had been cleaving heaven and earth was snapped cleanly in half.

‘Such a thing is possible…’

It was a mystical strike that obliterated all the martial knowledge and understanding I had accumulated thus far.

Shwiiing.

Glen severed everything that existed before him and lowered the Jincheon Sword.

“This blade is called the Heart Sword.”

He offered a smile different from any before, as if asking whether I had witnessed it well.

“The Heart Sword…”

I lifted my gaze once more to behold the world created by Glen’s blade.
A power that erased not merely aura, but the enemy itself. A transcendent sword that rendered all things into nothingness.

-The Heart Sword, indeed.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he gazed up at Glen.

-You’ve given it a fine name.
‘A fine name?’
-Indeed.

Wrath nodded and unfurled his round fingers.

-That old geezer’s blade contained something far more important than aura, martial arts, or will itself.
‘What could be more important than that?’

I sensed the answer, but I wanted to hear it confirmed, so I turned my gaze toward Wrath.

-Life and soul.

Wrath poked my chest with his finger.

-That old geezer poured into his blade the life he has lived, the life yet to come, and the soul that dwells between them.

He said it was amusing and curled his lips upward.

-It seems victory and defeat will no longer be easily determined now.

Wrath licked his lips, saying he wanted to face Glen Zigheart properly.

‘Victory and defeat no longer easily determined….’

He had always said he could defeat Glen Zigheart.
That victory and defeat had become uncertain meant Glen Zigheart and Wrath now stood on equal ground.

I swallowed dryly and gazed at Glen Zigheart. His crimson eyes, unlike usual, held a warm light within them. Strangely, my chest tingled and ached.

“W-what on earth is that….”

Ogram stammered as if utterly bewildered.

“What kind of swordsmanship is that!”

His eyes trembled as he too failed to comprehend Glen Zigheart’s heart sword.

“It is swordsmanship, yet it is not swordsmanship.”

King Lecross’s brow furrowed deeply as if he sensed something.

“Head of House, are you alright?”

He turned to Glen Zigheart and lowered his voice.

“I’m fine.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if to reassure him.

“What are you all doing? We need to confirm whether those bastards are dead!”

Chamber rose into the air, her brow creased with fury.

“Especially those two-faced lizard wretches—I won’t let them escape. I’ll chase them to their nest and flay the skin right off them!”

She gnashed her teeth in rage, her anger directed not at the corrupted Oma, but at the Dragon Lord clinging to their heels.

“Let’s go!”

Chamber seized King Lecross by the nape of his neck and vanished in a flash of lightning.

—What are you doing? Chase after them at once!

Wrath raised his round hand toward the direction where Chamber’s presence faded.

—This is our chance to feast on roasted dragon!

He bellowed at me to hurry and pursue them, lamenting the waste of dragon meat.

‘Sigh…’

I exhaled a long breath. Things had seemed to settle for a moment, but now his gluttonous antics were starting again. I pushed Wrath away, closing my eyes.

Glen Zigheart turned his back, his gaze serene, as if he already knew what the outcome would be.

“Aris, Karun, Sylvia.”

He regarded Aris Zigheart, Karun, and Sylvia in turn, then tilted his chin forward.

“What did you feel in my blade?”

Glen waited for his children’s answers with his hands clasped behind his back, as if to say they could take their time.

“I felt vast freedom.”

Aris Zigheart lifted her gaze, her eyes burning with conviction.

“It was a free blade that could extend infinitely in any direction.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“I witnessed the majesty of an emperor.”

Karun bowed his head, his trembling hand pressed to his chest.

“I felt an absolute power capable of cleaving through anything.”

His vivid crimson eyes gleamed as if he had found his purpose.

“I… I felt….”

Sylvia hesitated before answering, her lips parting uncertainly.

“I felt bitterness and sorrow.”

Even as she spoke, she seemed puzzled by her own words, her nose flushing red as she lowered her head.

“I see.”

Glen stroked his chin at Aris Zigheart’s, Karun’s, and Sylvia’s responses, then finally turned his gaze to Raon.

“Raon. What did you feel?”
“I felt….”

Raon lifted his gaze to meet Glen Zigheart’s crimson eyes, which mirrored his own.

“I felt warmth in the Head of House’s blade. Though it was certainly a sword that could sever all things, what came through more strongly was the tenderness of wanting to protect this place.”

I might be called mad for saying this, but I spoke honestly about what I felt.

“Warmth.”

Glen Zigheart smiled for the first time upon seeing Raon’s wavering eyes.

‘Indeed, everyone feels something different.’

The freedom Aris Zigheart felt was the version of myself from before becoming Head of House, when I traveled the Continent and witnessed and experienced so much.

The audacity that moved Karun was the version of myself lost in the abyss of magic, shattering everything before my eyes and dominating the battlefield.

The sorrow and bitterness that brought tears to Sylvia’s eyes was the version of myself after escaping the abyss, regretting all that had transpired.

‘And….’

Glen Zigheart gazed at Raon with a subtle smile playing at his lips.

‘The warmth that child felt….’

That must be who I am now.

Now I no longer regret the past—I simply wish for Raon, Sylvia, and the children of Zigheart to live happily.

It mattered not if I had no place in that happiness. Even if I became mere fertilizer to nurture a tree, I would gladly give my life for those children.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart calmed his turbulent heart, which seemed to drift adrift like a soul losing its way, and offered Raon a sincere smile.

“H-Head of House?”

Raon grasped at Glen Zigheart’s torn sleeve. For some reason, it felt as though he might vanish from this place, and his hand moved before he could think.

Pat.

Glen Zigheart lightly tapped Raon’s head and stepped forward.

“Eliminate the remnants of Oma. Today, we erase the name North-South Alliance from this Continent.”
“Yes!”

The Zigheart swordsmen struck their chests and charged toward the North-South Alliance Headquarters.
In the eyes of the swordsmen who had witnessed Glen’s divine power before them burned reverence for the Head of House and the Family.

“Head of House. Are you all right?”

Raon stood beside Glen and swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“For now, I am.”

Glen gazed at the trembling tips of Raon’s fingers, then shook his head calmly.

“There is much I must convey to you, much I must teach. And there is a promise I made to you that I must keep.”

He drew a serene smile, like the setting sun sinking beyond the horizon.

Raon gazed at Glen, sensing something had changed about him, and bit his lips firmly.

‘For now?’

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“Um…”

Mustan’s jaw trembled as he gazed upon the Rabel River, now drained pale white.

“It’s awkward to say this, but doesn’t our Rion Lord seem like a moth drawn to flame at the mere sight of Glen Zigheart?”

He blinked his eyes as if utterly bewildered.

“The moment he appeared, he was struck down by Glen Zigheart’s blade and died. What in the world…?”

Mustan exhaled a hollow breath, still unable to comprehend what had transpired.

“You’re not wrong. However….”

Lectar slowly lowered his gaze and nodded.

“I think I understand why he threw himself into the fire.”

Merely crossing blades with Glen Zigheart was enough to elevate one’s realm. For a sword fanatic like the Rion Lord, it was a natural course of action.

Lectar exhaled a thin breath while gazing at Glen’s back.

‘He finally achieved it.’

The swordsmanship Glen Zigheart displayed was a realm of dreams for those who trained in the Ten Thousand Swords technique.

Transcending the framework of martial arts, condensing one’s accumulated life and soul into the vessel of the blade—it was a transcendent swordsmanship that deserved to be called a heart-sword, just as Glen had said.

‘I envy him.’

Even though I had relinquished my dreams of martial mastery while wishing for Raon and Sylvia’s happiness, the realm Glen had reached stirred envy within me.

Lectar watched Glen place a hand on Raon’s shoulder, then flexed his wrist.

‘He’s finally made his decision.’

Unlike before, there was no wavering in Glen’s eyes as he looked at Raon. He seemed to have set his direction with certainty.

‘I hope you’ll take good care of him, at least.’

Of course, time would not be abundant.

The heart-sword Glen displayed was a power that twisted even causality itself. It was not a martial art that could be perfected as a human.

His time had begun to flow.

“Master, what shall we do now?”

Mustan scratched his head and stepped closer.

“The Rion Lord seems to be dead as well….”

He surveyed the tranquil river and smacked his lips thoughtfully.

“If he’s dead, I must at least find the Rion Lord’s corpse. And if he’s alive….”

Lectar left the thought unfinished as he gripped his sword tightly.

“Understood. That is the path forward for Raon’s sake.”

Mustan nodded and moved toward the opposite bank of the river.

“Raon, Sylvia.”

Lectar gazed at Raon and Sylvia standing beside Glen Zigheart, his expression serene and unburdened.

“May you find happiness.”

He bestowed his blessing upon the grandson and daughter-in-law he could not yet call by those names, then vanished into the darkening forest.

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“Two ancient dragons are dead.”

Chamber, who had returned to the Rabel River, flicked her fingers dismissively.

“Their corpses are grotesque, and the dragon hearts were utterly obliterated. That sword certainly earned its name—Heart Piercer—with nauseating efficiency.”

She let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What of the Lord?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he gazed toward the distant sky.

“He wasn’t there.”

Chamber furrowed her brow and shook her head.

“That damned lizard bastard! With his infuriatingly sharp instincts, he must have been the first to flee.”

She scoffed, remarking that he’d clearly eaten his age with his backside.

“To think we’ve made an enemy of a dragon—it’s utterly absurd.”

King Lecross rubbed his temples, still unable to accept what had transpired.

“On the contrary, this works out well for us.”

Ogram grasped King Lecross’s shoulder and let out a cold chuckle.

“I’ve always despised how that creature claims neutrality while inserting itself into every battlefield. Now we have legitimate cause to snap its neck.”

He clenched his fist, muttering that he’d flay the dragon and fashion its hide into battle standards.

“What of the others?”

Glen turned his gaze toward Chamber and lowered his chin.

“The Holy Sword Master left no trace whatsoever. He’s dead, surely. As for the White Blood Cult Master…”

Chamber’s brow furrowed with disgust.

“There was ground drenched in white blood, but I find it hard to believe that cockroach actually perished.”

She shook her head, saying that among Oma, the White Blood Cult Master was precisely the type to survive to the very end.

“Tacheon managed to slip away cleanly.”

Chamber clicked her tongue in displeasure.

“And that damned fool in the dragon helmet surely died as well.”
“He survived.”

Glen clicked his tongue briefly.

“He survived?”
“Yes. The bracelet he threw expanded the aura of death, carving out an escape route for him.”

He furrowed his brow, recalling the circumstances of that time.

‘Of course.’

I nodded calmly.

‘Derus Robert wouldn’t die in a place like that.’

I had known from the beginning that Derus Robert hadn’t died.

‘But now….’

Now I had evidence that could expose Derus Robert’s true identity. At last, the opportunity had arrived to tear off his helmet and bring down Robert.

I clenched my fist, resolving to see this through to the end.

“You’ve done well.”

Glen Zigheart placed a hand on Chamber’s shoulder.

“It’s fine. I should be doing things like this.”

Chamber waved her hand dismissively, then glanced upward with her eyes.

“But you can’t keep using that sword forever, right?”
“…That’s right.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly.

“I thought so.”

Chamber pulled a lollipop from her pocket and placed it in her mouth.

“There’s something similar in magic too. I roughly understand what kind of power it is.”

She crunched the candy, saying she finally understood.

“Enough with the complicated talk!”

Ogram clapped his hands loudly, gesturing toward the North-South Alliance Headquarters that had been secured.

“What will you do with that place? Since you’ve won, you need to think about what comes next.”
“Since when does old Ogram think about things like that?”

Chamber’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What did you say?”

Ogram’s expression darkened as he tensed his arms.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart passed between the two and headed toward the river bank.

“Come out.”
“….”

Even after calling out, the river showed no change.

“It’s safe. Don’t be afraid and come out.”

When Glen Zigheart called again, the river water rippled, and a young Blue Demon poked his head above the surface. It was Garam.

“Garam!”

I rushed forward and positioned myself between Glen Zigheart and Garam.

“He’s not an enemy—he’s a friend who helped me.”
“I know.”

Glen Zigheart raised his hand as if he had anticipated this.

“It must have been dangerous. Why did you help that child?”

He narrowed his eyes as he observed Garam, blood trickling down from his shoulder.

“B-because he’s my friend!”

Garam declared without the slightest hesitation that they were friends.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart nodded with a subtle smile playing at his lips.

“If you are friends, you must help each other all the more when danger strikes.”

He raised a finger and pointed toward the river where the North-South Alliance Headquarters stood.

“Do you know who the original master of this region was?”
“N-No, I don’t.”
“The Blue Demons.”
“Ah….”
“I shall return this river to you.”

Glen Zigheart knelt on one knee and extended his hand toward Garam.

“Ah, what?”

Garam stood dazed for a moment before grasping Glen Zigheart’s thumb.

“Continue to maintain your friendship with this child.”

Glen Zigheart gently stroked Garam’s head and rose to his feet.

“Head of House….”
“You must be weary. Let us return now.”

Glen Zigheart suggested they return to Zigheart and turned away. He truly seemed intent on returning this river to the Blue Demons.

“R-Raon!”

Garam rushed over with astonishment blazing in his eyes.

“Is it true? You’re giving us this place?”
“Yes. Though it will likely become a symbiotic relationship.”

Glen would establish a branch here to protect both the river and the Blue Demons.
Now Garam and the Blue Demons no longer needed to hide in the depths of the Gazel River.

“Waaaaah!”

Garam raised both arms and let out a cheer.

“Thank you, Raon!”
“No, I’m the one who should be grateful.”

I shook my head and gently stroked Garam’s head.

-Shouldn’t you be grateful to the True Demon King as well?
‘Hm?’
-Hm? Hmmmmm? Have I gone mad? To the True Demon King who saved your life, you should immediately meet… hm?

Wrath trailed off, his jaw trembling.

-M-my ribs are aching.
‘Ribs? You had ribs?’
-Of course I did. Oh, he’s coming! He’s coming here!

At his urgent cry, I hastily released my aura.

But what was coming wasn’t an enemy.

[You have achieved an unbelievable Achievement!]
[You have saved a Transcendent from the brink of death.]
[A Transcendent of a different caliber….]
[All stats….]
[Traits….]

-Kiiieeeek!

Wrath let out a shriek as messages flooded upward.

-I knew this would happen! You damned Heavenly bastard!

He pointed accusingly at the messages, foam flecking his lips.

‘You really are….’

Raon exhaled a sigh as he suppressed his aura. He had been examining the message when his eyes widened in surprise.

‘What? This is…?’

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