The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 727

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Chapter 727

Whoooosh!

I spread my hand once more, channeling a ring of fire and the emotion of wrath into the Blade That Cleaves Death.

Crack!

But this time, the Blade That Cleaves Death couldn’t withstand its role as a vessel and shattered like cracked glass.

“Tch…”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched fragments of wrath scatter from my grasp.

-It’s only natural that it breaks!

Wrath nodded his head grandly as if pleased with himself.

-If you keep succeeding while fusing your powers for the first time, you’d already be a Demon King!

He hummed a tune, suggesting I had quite the ordeal ahead of me.

‘He’s right.’

I nodded calmly. Harmonizing three powers was no trivial matter—it would have been strange to succeed continuously without practice.

-At least you’re quick to admit your shortcomings.

Wrath snorted and raised his chin proudly.

‘But there’s one thing you’re forgetting.’
-What else have you forgotten! A crow asks a friend to—
‘Not me—you’re the one forgetting. Don’t you realize I can’t eat if I don’t succeed at this?’
-Ugh…

He hadn’t considered that far ahead, his mouth falling open in shock.

‘I won’t leave here until I succeed for certain.’
-Y-you vicious bastard….

Wrath’s complexion grew even more pallid as he recoiled from the threat.

‘Let me try again.’

I pushed Wrath aside, who was now drenched in cold sweat, and once more wielded the blade that cleaves death.

-Not yet!

Just as I was about to ignite the rings of wrath and fire, Wrath, who had retreated far away, suddenly burst forward into my line of sight.

-You’ve made the vessel’s aura far too thin! Refine it thicker!
‘Really?’
-Have you lived your whole life being deceived! Just try it!
‘Understood.’

Following Wrath’s advice, I drew forth more of the blade that cleaves death’s aura and infused it with the rings of fire and the essence of wrath.
This time, the vessel didn’t shatter as it had before.

The balance between the and was still somewhat misaligned, but with proper control of power, it seemed manageable.

-I’m not helping you because you’re pretty, but because tonight’s dinner menu includes pineapple pizza!

Wrath snorted and abruptly turned his head away.

-Now that we’re done, let’s go eat….
‘Not yet.’

I pushed the clinging Wrath away and shook my head.

‘I need to practice until I don’t fail.’

Derus Robert is more perceptive and cautious than anyone I know. I’ll have only one moment to take this blade from him.

If I miss that opportunity at this Yukhwanghoe gathering, I’ll never be able to expose his true identity, so I had to practice until I succeeded a hundred times out of a hundred attempts.

-Damn it all!
‘Just bear with me a little longer.’

I refined the Blade of Death in the Training Ground where no one would find me, working until the sun set.

As the Blade of Death rose to 3-star grade, my success rate improved dramatically—now I failed only once in every ten attempts.

Since there was still time before the Yukhwanghoe, I was confident I could perfect it in the interim.

-Then there was no need to cause such a commotion today!

Wrath shrieked indignantly.

‘If I hadn’t done it today, I wouldn’t have received your guidance.’

I waved my hand dismissively. The fact that I could handle the Blade of Death skillfully after just one day was entirely thanks to Wrath’s counsel. Without that cotton candy, it would have taken far longer.
If it hadn’t been for that cotton candy, it would have taken much longer.

-You will never die a peaceful death, you wretch! The True Demon King shall gnaw your flesh and bone….
‘It’s not even late in the evening yet, is it?’
-Then why aren’t you going? Run at once!

Wrath abandoned his curses and smacked his lips eagerly, fluttering his wings like hands.

‘Fine. I’ll get there as fast as I can.’

Having received so much help from Wrath today, I resolved to treat him well and activated Heavenly Steps.

‘Hmm?’

As I sprinted toward the Annex Building at full speed, I spotted a man lurking at the far end of the darkened Garden.

“Who are you?”

I approached silently and pressed my hand to the back of the man’s neck.

“Gasp!”

The man, apparently not expecting anyone to approach from behind, yelped in terror and collapsed.

“I’m not an enemy. I am….”
“Sterrick?”

I examined the trembling man’s face and furrowed my brow. It was Sterrick from the Direct Line—the one who had blocked the maidservants in front of the Banquet Hall yesterday.

“What are you doing here?”

I looked down at Sterrick while releasing a chilling aura.

“Did yesterday’s incident displease you so much that you came to complain?”
-A delicious aroma wafts through the air! This wretch wastes time!

Wrath sniffed the air and let out a sharp cry.

-Sever his neck at once and let us eat!

He patted his rotund belly, declaring he would take full responsibility.

‘Should I?’

I nodded lightly. This time, if he spouted more useless drivel, I would sever his mouth. My hand rested upon the Heavenly Sword.

“No, absolutely not!”

Sterrick knelt and shook his head frantically.

“I came to apologize for yesterday’s incident, not to complain!”

He expressed his sincere regret and extended the box he held.

“What is this…?”
“I heard you enjoy beef, so I brought some.”

Sterrick spoke of it as premium beef and opened the box’s lid. The finest cuts, marbled to perfection, gleamed with lustrous beauty.

-A fine fellow indeed!

Wrath shifted his stance in an instant and let out a pleased laugh.

“Did you poison it?”

I twisted my lips as I gazed at Sterrick’s trembling eyes.

“H-how could I do such a thing? It’s premium beef I just purchased!”

Sterrick shook his head, asking why he would ever do something like that.

“Well, the gift is one thing, but it seems you’re apologizing to the wrong person.”

I released my grip on the sword and turned my gaze toward the Annex Building.

“Of course!”

Sterrick nodded quickly, as if he understood what I was saying.

“If you give me the chance, I will apologize to the attendants as well.”
“Wait for now.”

I glanced at the back of Sterrick’s head for a moment before entering the Annex Building.

“Young Master!”
“You’re here now?”
“The meal preparations are almost complete, so please wash up and come quickly.”

Yua, Judith, and Helen laughed, saying they had arrived at just the right time.

“Everyone come out to the Garden.”
“Everyone?”
“Yes. It’s important. Everyone.”

I called not just the three of them, but everyone in the Annex Building and brought them before Sterrick.

“You are….”

Helen recognized Sterrick and let out a low gasp.

“I-I’m truly sorry about yesterday!”

Sterrick bowed to the maidservants without the slightest hesitation.

“Huh…?”
“Oh, no, that’s not necessary!”
“There’s really nothing to apologize for….”

The maidservants waved their hands, insisting it was fine, but Sterrick didn’t straighten his back.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Sterrick’s trembling shoulders.

‘Is this the power of the Zigheart Direct Line?’

Sterrick wasn’t genuinely apologizing to the maidservants. He was terrified of the status of the Direct Line that Glen had personally granted and acknowledged.

Since even his master Karun couldn’t bring himself to object, it was only natural that Sterrick was seized by fear.

‘Now I truly understand what we possess.’

Yesterday, I was simply overjoyed at the satisfaction of elevating Sylvia to the Direct Line, but witnessing Sterrick’s reaction today made me comprehend the true extent of my power.

“I’m truly sorr—”
“Stand up.”

As Sterrick continued to apologize, Sylvia stepped forward through the maidservants.

“M-Miss Sylvia. Thank you….”
“There’s no need to thank me. I have no intention of accepting your apology.”

Sylvia shook her head firmly and returned the box of beef that Sterrick had offered.

“Come back when you can speak your apology with genuine sincerity.”
“Ah….”

Sterrick’s complexion turned ashen as if his last hope had shattered.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of harassing you like your people did. But if you lay a hand on our children again….”

Her eyes flashed with an eerie brilliance, as if embodying the epithet of the Crimson-Eyed Demon Sword.

“I’ll make you beg for death instead.”

Sylvia turned her back with those words. From her golden hair, which had always conveyed nothing but warmth, there now seemed to emanate a chilling coldness.

-Ooh! The beef is a bit of a waste, but our mother is so cool!

Wrath blinked rapidly in admiration at Sylvia’s resolve.

‘That’s true. Though she’s not your mother.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

‘Mother is changing as well.’

Sylvia still shed tears easily and possessed a warmth unmatched by others, yet when it came to protecting the Annex Building, she made decisions as sharp and resolute as a blade’s edge.
I found her cold demeanor appealing.

“Ugh….”

Sterrick, intimidated by Sylvia’s presence, shuffled back toward the Main Mansion with weakened legs.

“It was nothing. Let’s go inside!”

Sylvia smiled as if she’d never been angry at all, gesturing to her attendants and me.

“We need to celebrate among ourselves too. I’ve prepared quite an elaborate feast today!”

She winked, as if to say we had much to look forward to.

-Our mother is the best!

Wrath cheered with a whoop and clung to Sylvia’s shoulder.

I gazed at the people entering the Annex Building with a gentle smile.

‘Yes. To protect this life now….’

I need to move.

My fight with Derus Robert was not merely for my own revenge. It was also a war to protect Zigheart.

I steeled my resolve once more and entered the Annex Building.

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In a corner of Zigheart lay the Small Training Ground.

Wind and lightning painted by Rimer’s blade illuminated the dim training ground. His concentration was so intense that summer’s heat seemed to bloom around him alone.

“Hmm?”

Sheryl, who had entered through the training ground’s door, furrowed her brow at the sight of Rimer.

“Have you been training from dawn until now?”

She observed the traces of sweat clinging to his clothes and let out a sigh.

“Ah….”

Rimer exhaled heavily and lifted his gaze. He smiled faintly as he looked up at the night sky where the moon had risen.

“Has it really gotten this late?”
“The king of slacking off didn’t even notice the time?”

Sheryl furrowed her brow as she watched Rimer’s awkward smile.

“I do manage to focus sometimes, you know.”

Rimer drawled his words playfully and shrugged his shoulders.

“…Seriously.”

Sheryl called out to Rimer, her expression hardening.

“Why?”
“You should be gambling like you always do! Training doesn’t suit you at all!”

She twisted her lips, clearly displeased with Rimer’s serious demeanor.

“All the gambling houses are closed.”

Rimer waved his hand up and down.

“And I need to move my body from time to time….”
“It’s because of Raon.”

Sheryl lowered her gaze, saying she understood everything.

“An Evil Goat Demon appeared in the river, and some guy named Beorn jumped out from above its shadow. In that situation, neither I nor Roen would have been able to protect Raon.”

She shook her head, saying it was unavoidable.

“You were exhausted too. There’s no need to blame yourself….”
“Unavoidable?”

Rimer exhaled a long sigh and pressed his forehead with his hand.

“For one who stands as a guardian, the word ‘unavoidable’ does not exist. You know that better than anyone.”

Sheryl had tried to offer comfort in her own awkward way, but this incident was undeniably his own mistake.

If Garam had not saved Raon, I would have spent the rest of my life drowning in self-recrimination, withering away like a tree stripped of its roots.

‘This is my burden to bear.’

Exhaustion from prolonged combat had weakened both body and spirit, and the excuse of an unexpected blow would not suffice.
I should have protected Raon even if it meant dying in that moment.

Having declared that I would make Raon the new king and head of the Zigheart Family, I could not simply overlook this failure.

“Gambling, teaching the children, gathering money to send there—these are all things I must do….”

Rimer wiped away the sweat pooling in his palms with rough, deliberate motions.

“Protecting Raon comes before everything else.”

Even if it meant sacrificing my own life.

He raised his sword, vowing that Raon would never endure such suffering again.

“Ha! Do as you please!”

Sheryl leaned her back against a tree, her nose bridge creased with displeasure.

“Foolish bastard….”

She remained at his side until dawn broke and Rimer finished his training.

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“Raon has requested an audience?”

Glen Zigheart rose abruptly from the Throne of Absolute Presence as though he might shatter it.

“Yes. He expressed a strong desire to meet with the Head of House.”

Roen nodded with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Hmm? At this hour….”

Sheryl gazed at the sky, where morning had barely broken, and tapped her fingers thoughtfully.

“Isn’t he coming to pay his respects to Grandfather?”
“I share that assessment. Now that Young Master Raon has become part of the Main Lineage, he likely wishes to formally address Grandfather as such.”

Roen chuckled softly, standing beside Sheryl.

“Head of House. Even if you hear Grandfather this time, you mustn’t ascend to heaven.”

Sheryl clasped her hands together, pleading earnestly.

“I-I’ll try my best.”

Glen Zigheart felt his heartbeat quickening roughly and smacked his lips.

“Then I shall summon him.”

Roen opened the iron door with a serene smile. Raon, who had been waiting outside, steadied his breathing briefly before stepping into the Audience Chamber.

Thud.

Raon approached the platform with measured, deliberate steps.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he observed Raon kneeling before him. Though called Head of House rather than Grandfather, he felt no disappointment.
For now Raon’s gaze burned with the resolute intensity of a sage standing at death’s threshold.

‘Hah.’

Glen Zigheart suppressed his rapidly pounding heart and nodded calmly.

“Very well. What brings you here?”
“I have come because there is something I must tell you.”
“Speak.”
“….”

Raon did not answer immediately, instead surveying the Audience Chamber. Confirming that only Sheryl and Roen were present, he clasped his hands together.

“I have discovered the identity of the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior who ambushed you.”
“What did you say…?”

Glen Zigheart leaned forward, his eyes widening.

‘He discovered that man’s identity?’

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior materialized abruptly, as if erupting from the very earth itself.

Though there were a few suspicious individuals, the lack of evidence and the stark differences in their temperaments left me unable to reach certainty—yet Raon claimed to have uncovered this person’s true identity, which I found difficult to believe.

“R-Raon, Young Master.”
“Is it true? You really figured out who that bastard is?”

Roen and Sheryl swallowed hard as they called out to Raon.

“Yes. I am certain.”

My grandson nodded without the slightest hesitation, as he always did.

“Speak his name.”

Glen Zigheart clenched his jaw as he read the unwavering resolve radiating from Raon’s entire being.

“The identity of the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior is….”

Raon did not answer immediately, instead closing his eyes. He recalled Derus Robert, who had toyed with my life in my previous existence, and envisioned Derus Robert, who mocked the entire Continent in this second life, before slowly lifting his eyelids.

Above Raon’s eyes, burning a brilliant crimson, azure fury and solemn righteousness bloomed forth.

“The master of the Robert Family, Derus Robert of Cheongeomseong.”

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